Something 2 Ride 2 Lyrics - Phonte

Something 2 Ride 2" 

(feat. Phonte) 

This is a little something to ride to 

Kick back and just catch a vibe to 

I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you 

I got the flyest arsenal 

Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal 

I'm ape with shit, I'm on my gorilla thing, thing 

Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team 

We chop off heads, pop off lead 

If it pops off, we spendin that rock star bread 

We doin numbers like the box office 

Nigga you ain't tryin to box, then stop talkin 

I got niggaz from Watts to Boston 

From New York to the Chi to Austin 

So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya 

That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on ya, bong (bong) 

It's gasoline in my tongue, Patron in my kidneys, weed in my lungs 

Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal alarm 

My mind is on Hannibal Lec', demand the respect 

I'm takin your life unless you hand me a check 

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I've been around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls 

I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinkin it's my world (woo-ooo) 

(I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, I'm the truest 

(woo-ooo) 

Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything that's comin 

through this dick) 

Reignin King of the boom bap 

Bomb strapped to my chest askin "where ya goons at?" 

I'm old school like a StarTek 

On a voyage like Star Trek 

Me unemployed is far fetched 

I'm hot, I got corduroy flow 

You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show 

I book niggaz for shows and put niggaz in comas 

So I hope that you niggaz is roamers 

'Cause my niggaz is Ryders like Winona 

But we just tryin to have a "Good Time" like Willona 

I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner 

As far away as Estonia 

I'm a sucker for a good suckin 

So tell ya bitch that's it's best if she investin with this good luckin 

Mami would you rather fly over niggaz heads or keep your ass in the 

hood duckin? 

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Pardon my French, talk English 

Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers 

That's why Preme is the head not King 

My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing 

"Street Hop" is a culture 

I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster 

I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip sickenin 

And my neckless is glistenin, it's expensive 

So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (why?) 

'Cause my pencil is priceless 

So what you runnin for? 

Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore 

True and I'm lawless packin 

I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa 

After (Boom), this afternoon 

It's night, night, when me and Preme come back for more