Ice-t - Ridin' Low lyrics

[Intro:] [Feddi] Ohhh! Uhh.. Yeah!! [Ice-T] It's going down, baby [Feddi] It feels good, man [Ice-T] Feddi De Marco [Feddi] Uhh.. stop feeling different music, man [Ice-T] Uhh.. Iceberg, kid [Feddi] I'm Cali' tipping, man [Ice-T] Yeah! [Feddi] Uhh, just get by the mic and just start.. [Ice-T] Yo Feddi, how you're riding, baby? [Verse 1: Feddi De Marco] Uhha, I'm in a Starburst 64 riding low On them gold Daytonas and I'm sliding slow You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for? That b**h you're with looking, keep your eye in your who*e It's all about Feddi, when the Chevy raised With a b**h on the blade, to keep me heavy paid Black seven trey, blue bandanna Dipped in search, looking for j**els like it's owned by Santayana Great pounds down the zones and a bag of grand zag Raw ounce and; I'm sure bouncing, yeah, forty ounce And liquor pour like water fountains For all the late night body counting This n***a got the urge and the tendency To do with me, seventeen upwards in a key (Damn!) With my blood, b**h I'm sleeping with the enemy (sh**!) I call that bomb p**y off the Hennessey Differ the mode, same old sh** You're slipping, who hit you? - the same old b**h She caught pimping, when I'm flipping c**aine bricks More bounce to the ounce that gold frame lifts so.. [Chorus #1: Ice-T] I'm in that Bentley GT riding low Twenty four CTCs and I'm sliding slow You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for? That b**h you're with looking, keep your eye in your who*e [Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco] I'm in a Starburst 64 riding low On them gold Daytonas and I'm sliding slow You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for? That b**h you're with looking, keep your eye in your who*e [Verse 2: Feddi De Marco] Living in a Coupe De West, gotta keep a sniff in the vest Cause you can't [?] on the stretch Rotten Khaki and Denim, f**! them excellent mats I got b**hes, the ones who blow the whistles the best (OHHH!) Yes, I keep the heels clicking, til I get a meal ticket b**h can't get nothing from feel different, real pimping Banging Notorious, ablution n***a, who shot you? No! it's more like who k**ed you n***a? [Verse 3: Ice-T] I don't know why, but I'm so damn fly Why you're staring at my whips n***a, they're easy to buy Put your b**h out on the corner, pop her a** in the air Get her head game cracking, but you're probably care (So) I'm; a BullGuard gripped the wood grain hard Baby, ride with my n***az like we're still in the yard Gangsters, Bloods and Crips, all about my chips My Continental is so low that it scrapes in the dips (UHH!) [Chorus #1: Ice-T] [Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco] [Verse 4: Ice-T] You can't see me, can't touch me – don't bother I bust nuts back in the eighties, probably your father Everything I ride is low, dropped to the ground Ask your b**h about me, tightest n***a in town I park treys in my front yard, riding the gra** Light up your whole block, drop the a** I pressure gates, fool, convertible roof Nowadays, catch me in that Bentley coupe I love looking out my tint, at you haters on the curb Punk a**, get your weight up, get some crack and serve I might swerve into another lane, f**ing with my Navy Cops can't pull me over, cause I never touched the Cavi' Iceberg, I roll rims through the suburbs You hear shots, that's Feddi and Watts Straight pimping baby, play the whole bubble for real Y'all simping, while I'm twisting on my GT wheel [Chorus #1: Ice-T] [Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco] [Ice-T] Ohh! yo, Feddi my n***a, let me ride that four, man I feel like tickling them switches man [Feddi] There's no problem [Ice-T] Yeah, n***a [Feddi] It's behind that Range, n***a [Ice-T] Yeah, you know you can roll, n***a [Feddi] I know that [Ice-T] Throw me them keys, here you go [Feddi] That's right [Ice-T] Easy on the dips, my sh** is low baby [Feddi] I know n***a, you don't do sh** n***a, I got you