Ride (Down South)

Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin' sold
'Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me

Yours truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G.
You don't know nothin' about this game
Now where them real bitches at?
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

You in a cell block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha
All you see is your boys and Reeboks
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Where my buck niggas at?
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
We been doin' this, been doin' this shit
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
Now where them real bitches at?

It's like we playette minds

I don't fuck 'em, fuck I'mma fake for
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those pros, slam those
Where my buck niggas at?
Where them real bitches at?
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Niggers don't be wearin' suits on theses blocks
I represent it to the end, the same, shit
Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Pimp clothes, drinkin' straight henney' and buckstrum
Now where them real bitches at?
Nigga whatchu got? Brand new-assed nigga
Eight ball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it down
Now where them real bitches at?
And if it don't blind bitches
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
From N.Y. to the Dirty South
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret

My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
Juvenile's my name, bitch

Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with
If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
You ain't nobody
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Money ain't never been a thing to me

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
Oh, you know how we feel
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
And where my buck niggas at?
They gon' pimp if you let them
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on
Come on
You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha
We go way back with this, baby
So tight fold crease right on the President's nose
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Now where them real bitches at?

Wanna be like, "Me ass" niggas
Game tied tight like bows, we never close
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free shit
And doin' shit the playa way
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
Where the real one's at, bitch?
Nigga ridin' on 20's and shit

Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros, we're pushin' hoes

Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on
Call for the cops, boy, your mommy or pops, boy
Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Where them real bitches at?
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it crump
Where my bitches at?
M.J.G. is in control
And my ice got the shine right
I got my mind right
Them jackets be on the lose until' the dope is found
And them bitches' dime tight
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
Where my buck niggas at?
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Where them real bitches at?
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?

When them lights hit the wrist
About all you wanna be ass ghetto superstars
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
Inhale the cheese, from here to Tel Aviv
I give a fuck about your intermureal status, mothafucka
Feel this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my shit and dump
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
And where my buck niggas at?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
And where my buck niggas at?
Tricks and hoes and fuckin'
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
Always stack my dough, holla back
Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot, boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka, better get up off the block, boy
And where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
A thin hat to the back with a strap too

All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Y'all know it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough
Don't stop, get it get it
Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll

Time waits for no one, it ain't gon wait for me
I ain't new to this, damn nice, bitch, that's true to this
Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed
Choppin' boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
And where my buck niggas at?

Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Where my buck niggas at?

Make mine's, I'mma take yours
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill with
Where them real bitches at?
Where my buck niggas at?
I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
Waste of time

Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole village twice
Where them real bitches at?
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
You won't be stickin' shit, you be lickin' this