Ride (Down South)

Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go down
About all you wanna be ass ghetto superstars
So tight fold crease right on the President's nose
'Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore
Now where them real bitches at?
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros, we're pushin' hoes
Nigga whatchu got? Brand new-assed nigga
Them jackets be on the lose until' the dope is found
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All you see is your boys and Reeboks

When them lights hit the wrist
Oh, you know how we feel
Where them real bitches at?
Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Tricks and hoes and fuckin'
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
And where my buck niggas at?
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Now where them real bitches at?
It's like we playette minds
And my ice got the shine right
Always stack my dough, holla back
You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha
M.J.G. is in control

You won't be stickin' shit, you be lickin' this
Wanna be like, "Me ass" niggas
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot, boy

Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
Now where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
I got my mind right
And if it don't blind bitches
Y'all know it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free shit
Nigga ridin' on 20's and shit
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those pros, slam those
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon wait for me
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
I represent it to the end, the same, shit
And them bitches' dime tight
Money ain't never been a thing to me

Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Don't stop, get it get it
A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with
Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to

My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it crump
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill with
Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin' sold
I ain't new to this, damn nice, bitch, that's true to this

And where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
Blocka, blocka, blocka, better get up off the block, boy

Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
Where my buck niggas at?
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
Niggers don't be wearin' suits on theses blocks
Choppin' boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
And doin' shit the playa way
We go way back with this, baby
Make mine's, I'mma take yours

Where my buck niggas at?

You ain't nobody
Waste of time
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four

Feel this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
Where the real one's at, bitch?
And where my buck niggas at?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
Yours truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G.
Where them real bitches at?
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Pimp clothes, drinkin' straight henney' and buckstrum
You in a cell block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
And where my buck niggas at?

All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
You don't know nothin' about this game
Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone

Eight ball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it down
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on
Where them real bitches at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where them real bitches at?
Now where them real bitches at?
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Where my bitches at?
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole village twice
If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on
If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my shit and dump
All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?

I don't fuck 'em, fuck I'mma fake for

We been doin' this, been doin' this shit
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
Game tied tight like bows, we never close
They gon' pimp if you let them
Inhale the cheese, from here to Tel Aviv
Where my buck niggas at?
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
Where my buck niggas at?
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
Juvenile's my name, bitch
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Come on
From N.Y. to the Dirty South
I give a fuck about your intermureal status, mothafucka
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
And where my buck niggas at?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
Call for the cops, boy, your mommy or pops, boy