Something To Ride To (feat. Ant Banks, Pooh-Man & Mhisani)

Ahhhhhh shit, now let me warm it up

I got the gin and juice and Ima pouring my cup

To get smooth in the mood that I'm in

So let's start riding til this motherfucker ends

And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging

Spitting some game and trying to throw that thing

On any young nigga with some ends

A mobile phone and a drop-top Benz

Take it from me, see, cause I know what it's about

Kick a big fat dick in a bitch's mouth

And keep riding, high siding, but don't front

Nigga, serve that shit, don't be no punk

And while the niggas keep jocking, I be scoping

All the fine ass freaks of Oakland

That's where I reside, and where I always will be

The city of killers, dope dealers and still we

Chill like players, and act like pimps

Mack all hoes and slap all simps

The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew

I just hang with the gang like it's the thing to do

Now motherfuckers can't face the facts that I'm doing this

Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this

See everybody knows the Banksta, the big dick gangsta

Who's fucking with dank and clocking the bank

And I'm a get mine in the 9-0s

I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes

I'm pulling up right beside you

Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to

Now here's some shit for you to ride to, punk

Fifteen's slamming hard in my goddamn trunk

From 10th Ave, to 105th

Young players ride the Foothill Strip

They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, 'Vettes

560 Benzos with Ferrari kits

They love fine ass bitches, Rolex watch

Top let down on the coke white drop

I love my high school cuties, muscle bound booties

Pools a hoes, so you know I had to do my duties

I got to have it like a rabbit, fuck her like a champ

I tell you, nigga, I'm a pro with these high school tramps

They say young minds, make good times

See, I'm a player, so let me give an 0-9

Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette

She wanna ride, punk bitch, you can ride my dick

Now Shawnetta, Shonda, and Rida too

Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew

Talk bad, punk bitch, but it's always Pooh

Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to

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Push in my deck, put in the key and start the engine

Cause I ain't joking, tired of smoking donuts while I'm spinning

A tight high performance engine with the duals and cams

Fuck a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams

Cause I'm a young brother like to burn rubber

Yo, get in and out of lanes

I pump that ride in your bumper so ya change

Then I take a pit stop, exterior interior whipped up

They wax me, then they buff me, niggas don't love me now I'm tip-top

Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop

Going to the Lee-Nail spots, looking for the female cop

I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat

Went to the curb, when I saw the ass of a dark freak

So I pulled up slamming Short Dog

I said "Hey!" she said, (snort), I said, "Damn, a fucking warthog!"

So I smashed out doing 90

Covered her ass up with the smoke I left behind me

The medley steadily flowed in my ears like oxygen

Too $hort, the Pooh, and the Banks, got the hoes on our jocks again

Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big titties

That's potent, but all I got is cheese for a rodent

Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing

Picking up my young cock for some cool tossing

Defamation of character, racially slandering

But all I'm ever guilty of is pimping and pandering

So please let me go, officer

Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her

I make like Al, tune, crank the volume, and dash

Hit the freeway, cause I can't play when I got some ass

Respect a player and an OG that's what they told me

Mhisani, nickname Goldy, spitting shit to ride to

Now I come from the motherfucking eastside

So shut the fuck up, bitch, and just ride

I'm $hort Dog, hoe, you can't front me

Since my very first album, I was funky

Bitches start seeing them dollar signs

Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime

It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp

Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents

I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the rest

I know the game, hoe, and I'm a vet

Playing broads ain't based on love

You want my money, I wanna fuck

And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap

Bitch! Kiss my pimping ass

Cause all the time I didn't have this cash

Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number

I couldn't see you like Stevie Wonder

I made a hit record, now I got money

You wanna play $hort Dog for a dummy

But I come from the motherfucking eastside

You suck my dick, so I let the fake bitch ride

Dangerous Music is on the mic

And like Banks always say, "This shit is tight!"

Now that's some shit I ride

Pop that in the K-5 and go, but

I got my partner Ant Banks sitting on something real fat

I got my partner $hort, sitting on the hood of a Cadillac

I got eveybody rolling

I got Kool-Aid, he ain't spilling, and he ain't tripping

I got Ol' TB with his big 'ol fat ass, I got everybody

I got Mhis, but he ain't got no skin on his dick

Cause he fuck too much

I got uh— I got Ol' Dirty Arm, but that my partner, though

Cause he's super clean, super side, super everything

I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dread

But that ain't what's happening

I got uh— shit, who else I got

I got, I got Face, Pooh, that's my partner

He'll look through a broad, his face so big

I got uh, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Linus, he kind of filthy

But that's my partner, though, I ain't going to talk bad

I ain't going to talk bad

(You gonna talk about out ranking...?)

No, I ain't going to rank out

Oh, Kitty Wing? That's my partner, Peppermint Patty

I ain't going to talk about him

(That's my partner)

I ain't going to talk about Huh

Cause he might beat me up, send the block out on me

I don't want the block to come through on me

(What about Too Clean?)

Oh, Too Clean? (barking) Hahaha

Motherfucker!

(Who else we got?)

Uh, we got uh, we got Hist Dancers (What about Chris Hicks, man?)

Chris Hicks? That's my, that's my Steven Seagal, he living lavish

Who else we got?

Who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on?

(Did you get the Tin Man?)

The Tin Man Moe? (Hahaha)

That's Pah, the Prince of Darkness, that's my dark partner

My counter, that's my darkside

Who else we got, who else we got?

(I don't know who we missing, man

Ant can't be ranking all of us, talking about, uh, uhh

Did we get Foothill?)

We got Foothill, oh, I didn't get Clim, his teeth glow in the dark