Mistah F.A.B. - Ghost Ride It lyrics

Yeah, mayn, it's ya boy, Mistah F.A.B., mayn. Da Yellow Bus Rydah, mayn. Shawn T, the real king of slaps, mayn. Y'all betta act like y'all know who he is, mayn. I'mma give y'all a 101 on how to ghost ride... Look, the streets know just what this is Ghost ride ya whip, up and down the strip The Ghostbusters, they the police Always wanna pull a n***a over for his piece Not me, I get in a scrape Tire marks in the street, look like figure eights Side-showin', you know where I'm goin' From the north to the east, just in case ya ain't knowin' Bay biz, a town politic Hit the club late, now, try to holla at chick Can't get in the club, gotta parkin' lot pimp, "Hey, lil' mama, come holla at a pimp!" Whatcha know about gettin' you a whip? Buy yourself some shoes, and then your car kicks Ice up ya neck, ya hands,and ya whip Just to hang out the window, stuntin' witcha clique When you get a new car (uh-huh, uh-huh) And you feelin' like a star (OK, OK) Whatcha gonna do? (Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do) Ghost ride it! Ghost ride ya whip When you get a new car (uh-huh, uh-huh) And you feelin' like a star (OK, OK) Whatcha gonna do? (Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do) Ghost ride it! Ghost ride ya whip Roll up, hop out, all in one motion Dancin' on the hood, while the car's still rollin' Stuntin', shinin', flamboastin', on one high, off that potion Windows down, feet out of it Damn, that boy high! He out of it. Thizzin', teeth grittin' and grindin' Ice in his mouth, you know he big timin' Chevy, Buick, Regal, and Rivies, though First one I seen ghost ride, was Critty Bo Goin' dumb, party like Diddy, though Mistah F.A.B., I'm the prince of the city, ho Ghost ride, ghost ride Get out the way, let Casper drive Ghost ride, go crazy Who's that drivin'? Patrick Swayze When you get a new car (uh-huh, uh-huh) And you feelin' like a star (OK, OK) Whatcha gonna do? (Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do) Ghost ride it! Ghost ride ya whip When you get a new car (uh-huh, uh-huh) And you feelin' like a star (OK, OK) Whatcha gonna do? (Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do) Ghost ride it! Ghost ride ya whip Now, stop, stop, stop, stop Now, go, go, go, go Get out the car, get out the car Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll, let it roll Tap that wheel, tap that, open up the door, open up the door Now that's ghost ridin', what's ghost ridin'? Ya know, ya know, ya know, now you know See, it ain't that hard, you can do it You wanna go dumb, just lose it Bay game, Bay slang, it's a Bay thang So, just know when you come to the Bay, mayn Stunnas, gla**es, thizz, is pills rippers is broads, Scraper's Automobiles Hyphy, it's hyper, our version of crunk Thizzin' is high, and perkin' is drunk When you get a new car (uh-huh, uh-huh) And you feelin' like a star (OK, OK) Whatcha gonna do? (Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do) Ghost ride it! Ghost ride ya whip When you get a new car (uh-huh, uh-huh) And you feelin' like a star (OK, OK) Whatcha gonna do? (Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do) Ghost ride it, Ghost ride ya whip Yeah, mang, you already know, mang, Wine B, AKA Paulie Phillips, the Paper Boy, gettin' paper till ya pockets fill up. You know, when you got that new whip, and you hittin' the strip, and you're poppin' your lip Whatcha gone do? Ghost ride it! Go stupid, go dumb, you already know, mang, we bringin' the town back, mang, town business You know, open yo doors, hang out the sunroof, and ghost ride your whip You know, jump out on the strip, and just let the ghost ride, mang You know, we ghost ridin' like Patrick Swayze, mang, we go crazy, mang, don't be lazy, mang You naw I'm sayin'? Holla atcha boooyyyyyy....