Nature - What You Ridin'? lyrics

Yeah...this that sh** we bump when we outta town.... Chorus What you ridin' ridin'? What you rollin' rollin'? What you lightin' lightin'? What you smokin' smokin'? What you countin' countin'? What you holdin' holdin'? Who you pimpin' pimpin'? Them b**hes hoin' hoin' (Repeat) Verse 1: (Nature) Now once you f** with me bet your life is over I got more hoes than Tyson Botha Bite ya shoulder, bite ya earlobe Weeks go by, I let my beard grow Ya'll lookin' like ya'll tough but ya'll scared though These rap cats is wierdos I zone where no Man would dare go I'm like the President, testifyin' didn't swear though I fear no Man, not even the Lord My n***as still pumpin crack, got a reason to score We made it sweet in NewYork Some fake m**m n***as still eat pork All I do is write the rhyme and let the weed talk Tell it like it is Gangster chronicles, credit the Bridge Ironic, we keep it thugged out, it's better for kids This time it's Nature shreddin' your myths, shreddin' your fame Fake Willies gettin' settlement money step in the game Get their own label, first act fly, don't recoup n***as records ain't hot, then n***as owe loot Now what you gon' do? Chorus 2x Verse 2: (Half-a-Mill) Yo Son, we shine like tons of Platinum Refined minds, my guns double action My Duns gettin' head, relaxin' I wanna see bread in fractions Thorough reaction, vest on your chest Metal packin', S on your chest We rip the S off God forbid we have to hit them tecks off Flip your wig and rip the lid of your Lex off I'm deeper than your best thoughts Who the f** you gonna extort? Hold trial in the streets, I'll smack the judge in front of his court Public a**ault Nine-point-Nine stuffed in the vault We ain't lyin', we roll out on those Hawaiin resorts Keep your eyes on the Hawks Cause they spy on your corpse We the best in this, private jets fly off the loft Deadliest, metal heavy like Isrealeans On the Jersey turnpike me and the God spotted the Aliens I burn mics and bury ends Who am I? I'm like Y2K causin' your computer to die Right.... Chorus 2x Verse 3: (Nature) While corner stores sell beers to minors Nearsighted cops arrestin' mad n***as just cause they wearin' diamonds They say I'm steerin' clients They said they got my on tape, the Panasonic Put the knot to my head, my Man got it And they can't stop it They never could and never will f** a misdemeanor dun, my crimes be fede-rill Until we net a Mil I won't spend sh** Won't lend sh** I can't see sh** Cause thugs can't keep sh** Verse 4: (Half-a-Mill) With buds and a weed spliff Drugs and the heat kid Up in the Precinct jakes took your G's and told you to beat it Whats the root of all this green sh**? Submachines and submarines Them ghetto hoes that only f** for cream Hope she buffed you off before she stuck your team f** what you talk We thugs from NewYork with guns that shoot off Whether you hard or soft you still get knocked off Quicker than these crills get knocked off My bills still top yours Cris' still popped off Chorus 4x