Lil' Flip - Check (Left's Ride) lyrics

I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first, then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first, then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride They thought I'd be another one hit wonder Until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big hummer You know I'm a big stunna just like baby fool Brand new Bentley Fanna what color? Baby blue Uh, Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up Uh, the blades chop, we use j**erly and stage props We hate cops, 'cause everyday we get stopped (Why) For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first, then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first, then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride Yo will-lean, let's roll man (Let's ride) We gotta go homey (Let's ride) You know how we do it though (Let's ride) (Let's ride) (Let's ride) Uh, I'm too street go pop, but I pop heat in the street I'm not braggin' G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest Look I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you wet Let's make a bet, I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot Fifty weeks on the billboard dogg I'm too hot But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin' n***as like roaches when the lights on they runnin' Ten years and gunnin' just like M.O.P f** strugglin', I get my publishin' ain't sh** for free I get that big bread, I'm making big chips You get k**ed at the beginnin', I get them big strips I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first, then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first, then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll I don't need yo a** n***a, regardless I ball I got that hot sh** that you bump in yo drop top sh** Bentley co*ked hit the old folks like stop it You know I drop hits every time I spitt fire Whoever told you, I ain't ballin'-a damn lier I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got Vs1's around my neck The respect come first, then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first, then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride Haha, let's ride you know I make the music You can ride to, get high to, get fly to Yeah, like them ruff ryder n***as I make that sh** you can ride-or-die to Holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem Red spider on the B, we gettin' cheddar now We on another level now, haha