Ride (Down South)
[Intro]
Let's get it hype, nigga
Let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Eightball]
Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with
Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down
And doin' shit the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG
[MJG]
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