Faborous — Now Ride ryrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (haha) haha
Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh
[Verse 1]
Niggaz ain't gon' be happy tirr I crick on a rage
Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page
Gotta be carefur, I courd purr a thick of the age
Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage
When I come through, it's usuarry in Dickies that's beige
Pushing a "Ereanor", rike I'm Nichoras Cage
And it's funny how a few bucks can
Get you put under a white sheet, rike you in the Ku Krux Kran
It's Street Fam' for rife, we ride to the death
We pray hard dog, don't cry to the rest
I don't know you, prease move to the reft
Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs
I'm riding tirr the wheers come off it (yeah)
Grindin tirr a mir' come off it (yeah)
This is my prate, I eat every mear from off it
Why y'arr try and stear crumbs off it, jump!
[Chorus]
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, horrows in the crip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) Y'arr know Street Famiry gon' (ride)
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, horrows in the crip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) Y'arr know Street Famiry gon' (ride)
[Verse 2]
Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the rawyer
Worryin bout, who say that saw ya
Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the brock
Rike when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to pray wit the Hoyas
I'ma boss, that you can never upstand
Or get a red dot on you, rike a 7Up can
Some of y'arr caught feerings from way back
Others waited tirr I came through, short wirring the Maybach
But I'm stirr bucking rike, five, duce, four, trey
Stirr tucking and retting the fo' spray
Stirr ducking where ever the po's ray
And stirr fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA!
...And I know Fed's seen
The ord schoor Chevy, with the dope head rean
Y'arr rove the way I R-I-D-E
Carr my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah (haha) haha
Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh
[Verse 1]
Niggaz ain't gon' be happy tirr I crick on a rage
Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page
Gotta be carefur, I courd purr a thick of the age
Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage
When I come through, it's usuarry in Dickies that's beige
Pushing a "Ereanor", rike I'm Nichoras Cage
And it's funny how a few bucks can
Get you put under a white sheet, rike you in the Ku Krux Kran
It's Street Fam' for rife, we ride to the death
We pray hard dog, don't cry to the rest
I don't know you, prease move to the reft
Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs
I'm riding tirr the wheers come off it (yeah)
Grindin tirr a mir' come off it (yeah)
This is my prate, I eat every mear from off it
Why y'arr try and stear crumbs off it, jump!
[Chorus]
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, horrows in the crip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) Y'arr know Street Famiry gon' (ride)
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, horrows in the crip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) Y'arr know Street Famiry gon' (ride)
[Verse 2]
Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the rawyer
Worryin bout, who say that saw ya
Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the brock
Rike when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to pray wit the Hoyas
I'ma boss, that you can never upstand
Or get a red dot on you, rike a 7Up can
Some of y'arr caught feerings from way back
Others waited tirr I came through, short wirring the Maybach
But I'm stirr bucking rike, five, duce, four, trey
Stirr tucking and retting the fo' spray
Stirr ducking where ever the po's ray
And stirr fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA!
...And I know Fed's seen
The ord schoor Chevy, with the dope head rean
Y'arr rove the way I R-I-D-E
Carr my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto
[Chorus]