C Note - Joy Ride lyrics

[Mike D] Let's take a trip, as we flip through the Southside Drop the top crank the knock, let the screens fall from the sky We riding blades, and 4's Slamming Caddi do's, sipping bar to the dome Straight four after four, now what you know About this Golf Coast funk, we popping trunk Neon lights puffing skunk, toting pumps We ain't slipping, we dipping in the turning lane Peons, get stains in the brain Cause the jacking mentality, will have you dripping down the city drain I'm trying, to get my mack on Loading boppers numbers, in my prime co. phone See how recline, when we ride on chrome Getting our shine on, bout to throw a f**fest 'fore we go back home It's all good, I'm trying to work my wood Let's let the head board rock, while I represent my hood [Hook - 2x] I'm gonna take you, on a hell of a ride Riding high, on a joy ride [C-Note] Look at that Screwed Up Click, looking lovely I let the top down, I see the clouds right above me Sun beaming down, but reflect on my locs I know they see my rims shining, cause I got thirty spokes My love for my folks, the family and friends And you can put that on the Clover, and a platinum Benz Screwed Up Click set trends, we joy ride on the 3rd Coast Rest in peace to P-A-T, D-A and Lil' Toast Come and take a look close, do you know what you peeping at C-Note is from the South, and we know where you sleeping at Watching you creeping at, but homie we shine too With my super Rolex on my arm, 20 inches to blind you Just to remind you, in case you forgot I was balling 'fore this rap, known Botany Big Shot I know you hate it a lot, come and take a joy ride It might be 3-2 to C-Note, on the Southside [Hook] [Mr. 3-2] It's so beautiful the sun shining, and I'm feeling like a mack Just crawling down the boulevard, with that iron in my lap My peoples got my back, if anything go down Cause them boys be having plex, on the other side of town I don't bar I'm a ghetto superstar, it's understood They just mad, cause I be knocking down broads in they hood It's all good I got love, baby don't make me have to bop ya Let loose on you in my good clothes, on top of the Bentley Rolls dropper Boppers come a dime a dozen, you got the game throwed Tripping off them lil' mamas, but us playas is in floss mode Sipping fo's acting bad, in brand new foreigns We ready to go to war'n, put you in a coffin I'm off in the South, where the G's roll slab Swanging on gla**, or twinkies on a Jag Laff-Tex and Street Game, putting it down worldwide Seeing millions, with Mr. 3-2 on this joy ride [Hook]