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how we ride - mannie fresh lyrics

[intro: mannie fresh]
yeah
ya drive a chevy now
yeah, i’m ready now
the car’s stolen baby
but i’m rollin baby

[hook: jasper]
cadillacs to cutl-ss
regals, pontiacs and chevrolets
we ride, we ride chevrolets (‘let’s)
chevrolets (‘let’s), chevrolets (‘let’s)
cadillacs to cutl-ss
regals, pontiacs and chevrolets
we ride, we ride chevrolets (‘let’s)
chevrolets (‘let’s), chevrolets (‘let’s)

[verse 1: david banner]
i got a big ’67 ‘lac coupe deville
mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel
that motherf-cka change colors like a lizard and sh-t
55 ridin south, gettin head from a b-tch
matter fact, yo b-tch, n-gg- love it and check it
she like leather to the -ss, so i love to ride naked
right, bang her in the p-ssy, baby how that feel?
left hand, sw-ngin free, grippin wood on the wheel
then i smack her on the -ss man, and jump in the regal
i got some hoes ‘cross the river, all up in west, wiggle
ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy
i get back, later on ya b-tch is washin my caddy
spit-shine, waxed up, armor-all on the tire
ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire
that’s where a n-gg- ride, in the south
you taste a n-gg- d-ck, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth
ya weak b-tch!

[hook]

[verse 2: bun b]
say man, i’m in the deuce, in the quarter
f-ck with juice, smoke, and water
actin bad with’cha daughter
like a real n-gg- ought’a
what her-what her momma taught her

keep ya boys toes curled up
but man she be-man she be f-ckin ya boy world up
i’m thowed in the streets
i’m thow-thowed in the game
i rock-rock bizintine
stay blow-blowed in the brain
i’m grippin-grippin on the grain
like a real south-sider
i bounce and sw-ng-bounce and sw-ng down on them spiders
partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin
you knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin
bump back-b-mp back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide
woofer-woofer beat’cha dome, it’s a-it’s about to go
chrys’a-chrys’ about to po’
you know we-know we got the g’s
real-real “big tymers”, all a-all about the cheese
so gon-gon’ show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth
we screamin-screamin “free pimp c”, and flaggin out the roof baby

[hook]

[verse 3: mannie fresh (screwed voice)]
four-fifty-four (big-block, red stripes-stripes)
comin through this b-tch with them loud -ss pipes-pipes
(any n-gg- wanna come and get it) please-please
breeze by yo -ss, with the motherf-ckin ease
in the middle of the dark and interstate sparkin
call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin
p-ss by the crowd, music real loud
(every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound)
then i do it real good, diamonds on the wood
oh p-ssy–ss, sissy–ss lame wish he could
ride like that, “diamond in the back”
moon-roof top, brougham cadillac
then i p-ss in my cut’ dawg, screamin out (f-ck y’all)
roll down the window, hey! let a pimp pluck off
acious clacious clay has returned
in a super-sport chevy with’ a ultra-perm, woo!

[hook]

- mannie fresh lyrics

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