Red Spyda - Check (Let's Ride) lyrics

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Red Spyda - Check (Let's Ride) lyrics

[Chorus: Repeat 2x] 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 [Verse 1] 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(why)cause everyday we get stopped 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 [Chorus] (talking) 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) (tires screech) [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] (talking) 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