Now Ride Lyrics - More Street Dreams 2: The Mixtape - Fabolous

[Intro] 

Yeah, yeah (haha) haha 

Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh) 

Uh (uh-huh-uh) 

Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh 

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[Verse 1] 

Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage 

Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page 

Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age 

Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage 

When I come through, it's usually in Dickies that's beige 

Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage 

And it's funny how a few bucks can 

Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan 

It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death 

We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest 

I don't know you, please move to the left 

Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs 

I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah) 

Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah) 

This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it 

Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump! 

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[Chorus] 

(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and 

(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now 

(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now 

(Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride) 

(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and 

(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now 

(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now 

(Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride) 

[Verse 2] 

Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer 

Worryin bout, who say that saw ya 

Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block 

Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas 

I'ma boss, that you can never upstand 

Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can 

Some of y'all caught feelings from way back 

Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach 

But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey 

Still tucking and letting the fo' spray 

Still ducking where ever the po's lay 

And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA! 

...And I know Fed's seen 

The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean 

Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E 

Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto 

[Chorus]