Mannie Fresh - How We Ride lyrics

[Intro: Mannie Fresh] Yeah Ya drive a Chevy now Yeah, I'm ready now The car's stolen baby But I'm rollin baby [Hook: Jasper] Cadillacs to Cutla** Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) Cadillacs to Cutla** Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) [Verse 1: David Banner] I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel That motherf**a change colors like a lizard and sh** 55 ridin south, gettin head from a b**h Matter fact, yo b**h, n***a love it and check it She like leather to the a**, so I love to ride naked Right, bang her in the p**y, baby how that feel? Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel Then I smack her on the a** man, and jump in the Regal I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy I get back, later on ya b**h is washin my Caddy Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire That's where a n***a ride, in the south You taste a n***a dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth Ya weak b**h! [Hook] [Verse 2: Bun B] Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter f** with juice, smoke, and water Actin bad with'cha daughter Like a real n***a ought'a What her-what her momma taught her Keep ya boys toes curled up But man she be-man she be f**in ya boy world up I'm thowed in the streets I'm thow-thowed in the game I rock-rock bizintine Stay blow-blowed in the brain I'm grippin-grippin on the grain Like a real south-sider I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po' You know we-know we got the g's Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby [Hook] [Verse 3: Mannie Fresh (Screwed voice)] Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes) Comin through this b**h with them loud a** pipes-pipes (Any n***a wanna come and get it) Please-please Breeze by yo a**, with the motherf**in ease In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin Pa** by the crowd, music real loud (Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound) Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood Oh pissy-a**, sissy-a** lame wish he could Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back" Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac Then I pa** in my Cut' dawg, screamin out (f** y'all) Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off Acious Clacious Clay has returned In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo! [Hook]