Clipse - Ride Around Shining lyrics

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it Plenty ice on the neck so I wont get nauseas Float around in greatest of porches Feel Like a chuck wagon 'cuz I'm on twelve horses And the three behind mine, they be the clique So much ice in the rollie, the sh** don't tick Winter through summer care less what It cost me When I'm shoveling the snow man call me frosty lova (Pusha T) This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers With big rims and low-pro tires f**in' with college b**hes with innocent looks like Mya Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars I groom 'em well Dior who*e, Christian Lacroix Keep guns stashed under the floor board Enough to start world war Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, sh** 'bout long as Jesus I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this Pusha push Don P keys with these sounds of crackness The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it Break down pies to pieces, make c**aine quiches Money piles high as my nieces Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of a** Rolex presidential, b**h, feel the gla** (Chorus) (AB Liva) It's that luck that astounds Life's a circus I parade the sick through these clowns The crown is vacant I'm takin' the proper steps I'm takin' them poppa steps They prayin' for my downfall Is it the bling, the king, conquistador That my j**eler made the face blush on the Frank Mueller The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant Minute hand is like Parkinson's You a fish for the sharks to swim In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin' V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons HRE's on it, Mommy see it glisten When I make +Oliver Twist+ like Dickens It's feelin' like parts is missin' Tops don't push soul Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen (Chorus) (Malice) Welcome to the world of Rollies VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece Got me shinin' First n***a holla show me Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me You f**in' f*ggot You need to raise your gla** and toast me n***as can't figure the format for hustler criteria Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia Listen youngin', you've only just begun You'll understand when you're older Said father to the son Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes? Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down And proceed with caution Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up Go against I, forever play catch up n***a (Chorus)