Ride With You

(*talking*) Yeah, Daz Dilinger, E.S.G., Slim Thug Doing it up real big, ha-ha What's going down my nigga [E.S.G.] Let me see you holla-holla, if you love the summer time Hit the detail shop, get your drop top shine Ain't no subways here, it's thugs down here 20 inch dubs, what we love down here The best part of year, bout the end of May Now the best thing to see, MLK on Sunday Candy spray on gray, playing Playstation 2 Looking good when I come through, I smell barbecue E.S.G. true-true, pop roof purple Sprite Sin in the Benz, rims circle at the light Cardier filled with ice, got a cooler full of comas Say playboy, you know the blades are the old ones AME's, on the SUV's DVD's, with the five T.V.'s Maaan, off the showroom flo' I love the thug life, boy you already know [Hook: Mike Wilson] I wanna ride with you, Southside That sticky green I'm looking clean, let's ride I wanna floss with you, Northside From H-Town to L.A [Daz] See ain't no feeling like it's feeling, when you balling and you chilling Stacking chips by the minute, see the hoes straight grinning Hit the 59, puffing a pound Hit the 6-10, now I'm in the wind again Hit up E.S.G. and Slim Thug, prolly smoke rims up So fresh and so clean, I hit couple my friends up Now a G at St. Claire what's up Sin (heey) The sticky Mary do way, everyday all day I'm so serious about it no doubt it, if you a G straight shout it Put your pistols in the air, and be about it This way and that way, sideways on the highway Motherfucker, I do it my way You see what you see, is just what you get E.S.G. and Slim Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit [Hook] [Slim Thug] The sunshine got me tan, while I head to the sand Top down music playing, wood grain in my hand It's summer time, so I feel like I gotta shine Candy do's glass 4's, with the fifth reclined Popping trunks on swang, is how we clown in that Tex From my wrist to neck, I'm invisible sets Nothing less, Slim Thug the flow pro rapper As I head to the Kappa, 4 swangas and adapters (turning heads while we crawl, up and down the C-Wall) From now on my mind set, to just ball ball ball I hit the mall like whatever, what I want I get I never run out of cheddar, cause my stash too thick From H-Town to L.A., L.A. to V.A Represent where you're staying, let me see how you play Now make way for the city, that love to po' up Cause H-Town and Boss Hogg, is about to blow up [Hook] See what you see, is just what you get It's just that Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit (*talking*) Biatch yeah, E.S.G., Slim Thug, Daz Dillinger Running the South, the North, the West, the East yeah Put your hands up, all my bitches put your hands up Real gangstas put your hands up, yeah