Ridin Thru Da City

I'm just riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down
Riding, Riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down

Kush got me sky high
Stacks got us looking right
Just poured up a four
Filled up my appetite
Hopped up on thirty five
Headed back to the south
Called up her cellular
To see what they talking bout
Told me head to her crib
So I made a quick U
Pulled up the stash spot
I seen I had enough for two
Had one rolled up
So I'm back on the purp
Told me that it's running smooth
Cause we pay, What It's worth
Here's a couple ends for you
So your pockets won't hurt
Asking if I got time, To run it up through her skirt
Bitch I'ma player
And I get it when I ask you
Trying to run game
When in fact, Who had taught you
Riding thru the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
I done touched up on a couple
Trying to break each down
No particular destination
Just rolling through the town
Thursday in East side
Friday in West side
Sunday I left the North
Back to the South side
Ran smooth all week
Weekend made five
Putting people on their feet
Who was barely getting by
Think I'm lying
You can go anywhere I stayed
Had that motherfucker sold at a early age
Did It good
But it wasn't good enough to stay
Grabbed my keys
Filled my tank
And I was on the way

I'm just riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down
Riding, Riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down

I don't have to engineer
Play the beat ten times
Put my verse together in my head
And say I'm free-styling
Bottom line lying
Better yet falsifying
Your a laughing hyena
In the jungle with a lion
Let's ride
We can get lifted off of a fruit tree
Got a deuce in a blue beast
No truth
You getting two peace
You riding out geeked up
Chewing on your bottom lip
While I'm with your honey dip
In my mother ship
With my other bitch
I'm a son of bitch
Got a ton of bricks
Doing cunning shit
Getting blunted lit
Onion shit
Chronic stick
And a cup of sprite with a violet pitch
I can speed it up or slow it down
Getting loaded
Riding around
Big chief-in a Doskey pound
In a Chevy truck
Tipping down

I'm just riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down
Riding, Riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down

Riders
Riding through the city
Riders
Riding looking pretty
Riding with the Semi
With Whitney Houston with me
Gone off that Whitney
Gone gone in a Bentley
Headed up to Royal Lane to pick up Penny
A lot of tricks copper
That's why I call her Penny
She hopped up in the Bentley
And offered me some Benji's
I'm simply
Getting money simply like a pimp be
Sipping on some Henny
Headed back to I-twenty
Laws I see plenty
But the rocks is where the vent be
It shouldn't be a problem
To make it up to Denley
Customer need twenty
One more needed fifty
In the dirty D
It get filthy
You feel me

I'm just riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down
Riding, Riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down