Trick Daddy - Let Me Ride (feat. Rick Ross) lyrics

Chrous: Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride Half a pill just a hit it gets me high Duce tre esclade that's my style T double d thuggin and raw ride or die Trick Daddy I used to be a polo kid Who would of thought of all the stupid sh** that I did I used to sport it talk about it That's the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my a** Thug n***a going back to the basic And that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated But first off this is T double When I hitya with them k cutters You turn bout three colors Gon and get your big brother I don't care I'm dade county major slash player Hold up 'cause Mr. Dollar got sold up Time for war now be a boy what's the hold up A new candiate for the thug of the year I'm the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters Chrous: repeat 2x Rick Ross You know it's your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a n***a so pepperlicoius And we getting it Sitting on serious inches We dem n***as smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don't touch us They know once ounces go up they hold up And know what I drink cris let it bubble back I'm leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain't ready for us We make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner A spotter that's hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up Keep your Glocks up you can't stop us True husltler chop doctors knot in pockets In truly didited or god got us Chrous: repeat 2x Trick Daddy Some of these ho's think I'm manish Go head ask me were I got my manners b**h ask your mamie I slap a b**h in minute Seen it twice already ho I muthaf**king mean it Plus d bout big money get honey lauging That six hundred still running So what's the cause mayham or murder Who is the k**er sh** I'll k** ya Got money so I'll make it in court Plus I'ma thug n***a and I'll never get caught Bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks Plus my Glock gon take this sh** on top This ain't no muthaf**king hang out We don't eat sh** smoke caine out the same damn house This is thug life not a citcom Plus we got big guns ready for change now Chrous: repeat 2 -end