Ridin' Round

Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley
Ridin' with my semi, and the clip ready to empty
Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley
Ridin' with my bitch and ya bitch, Heather and Tiffany

Ridin through the city every day goddamn
PETA on my ass cuz I'm whippin the Lamb
I don't even know what the fuck I be sayin
Super Sayayin boy why you still playin
I just know that I'm too damn fresh
Gold on my neck shit cost a couple checks
Why you wearing Nike? isn't you Czech?
Hollup, gimme sec, let me go, let me check
Figaro links, passed the figaro check
What the fuck that mean?
Boy what you mean what I mean? Huh? That's a figaro neck
Slap yo ass into next week
Sumn say? Better keep keep
I don't wanna hear no squeak squeak
Fuckin' with the rats, gon get fleas

Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley
Ridin' with my semi, and the clip ready to empty
Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley
Ridin' with my bitch and ya bitch, Heather and Tiffany

Cruising down a pothole
Tell that hoe, "stop, hoe"
Pull up in the tahoe, yeah
Tell that hoe, top mo
Stop at the gas station
Told that bitch, top off
I don't even know, I'll shoot ya head off with the red dot, that's a top off
You in that drop top
I'm Lee Harvey Oswald
Off the wall with the Vans on me, clean you up like mop mop

Can't forget the wall wall
Clean that shit up too
Can't forget ya shoes
Sell em to some neighborhood

Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley
Ridin' with my semi, and the clip ready to empty
Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley
Ridin' with my bitch and ya bitch, Heather and Tiffany