Listen to How G's Ride (feat. Big Ed & Silkk the Shocker) by Master P

How G's Ride (feat. Big Ed & Silkk the Shocker)

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Master P
Master P
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Master P
Master P
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Edward Knight
Edward Knight
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Kenneth Franklin
Kenneth Franklin
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Vyshonne King Miller
Vyshonne King Miller
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Kenneth Franklin
Kenneth Franklin
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Lyrics

Ugh Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali You know what I'm saying Richmond California My little partners be rolling like Silkk fool Six deep hitting switches, that's how us G's ride Candy paint with them gold Dayton's side to side Niggas straight fucking bumping Niggas tripping, think I'm from Compton I'm from that Southside of Richmond where that hang ya Put you in a motherfucking six inch slanger Lay you down, drop you to your knees, you want some cheese Break me off some ends before I make your ass bleed From your nose to your mouth up and outtie Niggas talking shit cause Master P is getting rowdy Got the Southside, hoop ride throwing a 40 Niggas gang banging like they straight retarded Throwin up signs, Niggas in line Bitches hollering hoo-ride, Niggas steady dying I'm from the Southside 23rd street And my little homie Tony from the hills, may he rest in peace No longer with the crew or the click But to the niggas that did this shit, we gonna go thick click And get them thangs and hang ya Fucking round, keep one up in the chamber Richmond niggad don't play 'cause we balling And I got this thang sowed up from New Orleans Coming like a Southside gator And when we roll on your spot, beware of the true terminators Six deep is how us G's ride Candy paint gold Dayton's hitting switches from side to side Six deep is how us G's ride Candy paint gold Dayton's hitting switches from side to side Well it's Friday, I'm sideways about the highway Bitches doing it my way, got two for five, everyday all day 'Cause I gots to get paid, gets mine in the nine, that's why I stay strapped Everyday I gots to put it down, it be like that I have a pocket full of stones, I gots like clock now It was kinda hot outside so I had to puts the top down I be like breezing threw the East Bay R-I-C-H-M-0-N to the C-A, that's where I still be at each day Six deep is how us G's ride Candy paint gold Dayton's hitting switches from side to side Six deep is how us G's ride Candy paint gold Dayton's hitting switches from side to side Big Ed be putting it down like that, made more ass than the Hilton On my way to this hoe's house, bang that ass until its tilting Now I'm rolling, holding onto a fat nickel plated nine I blasted at him who trying to take mine so forget the one time So when a brother rolls up, hold up Don't make me plug your trick ass like a donut See Big Ed's about that mint green I Got them hoes' fiending for this dick, like it was laced with nicotine Killa pussy got 'em slipping up in the hood Them Green Berets up in Richmond, I know they up to no good Tried to jet me on that down low I have more niggas shootings up your set then the feds did at Waco Player haters could never stop me 'Cause I'm a no limit nigga and got more crew then Motley So if you ever try to play me like a hoe I'm hanging up out the door, with the 44, nigga drive slow Six deep is how us G's ride Candy paint gold Dayton's hitting switches from side to side Six deep is how us G's ride Candy paint gold Dayton's hitting switches from side to side And we up and outtie, it looks cloudy 'Cause y'all niggas spinning Dayton's (No Limit niggas) on your motherfuckers turf (Soldier For Life, No Limit 4-Life) And for all y'all niggas that done sold out We be keeping it real Independent, black owned Running our own shit We drop shit anytime we want to, anytime we ready How many y'all niggas can say that? I just might drop something tomorrow
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