Текст песни E.S.G. f Big Pokey, Tyte Eyez - Ride Out
E.S.G. f Big Pokey, Tyte Eyez - Ride Out слова песни
(*talking*)Uh what, two tripleGetting it how we live, WreckshopChevis, independent labels uh(the Hardest Pit is off the chainThe Freestyle King is in the god damn gameAnd it`s going down, E.S.G. and Po-YoTyte Eyez what`s up, let`s make `em ride out ha[Big Pokey]On tracks I break backs, so come on with itHere go sixteen bars of poison, getting spittedGo out and go get it, that`s the way I was trainedI`m here on wax baby, with no pro fameSwitch four lanes, in a big old fo` do`Chevis bread winner, bout to rep the logoTours in Tokyo, and AmsterdamIf I`m featured on a song, then it have to jamEat niggaz up, like a rack of lambFor power I spit bars, like battle ramCall the ambulance, tell `em stitch this trackIf my verse ain`t hot, tell `em hit me backAs a matter of fact, we go dolla for dollaIndependent got our pockets, bout the size of KamalaGetting big of shotter, balling with your honeyGambling this shit, fucking off the show money[Hook]Wreckshop and Chevis, and we go hard in the paintGotta hitting the town, overseas and swiss banksNo blank checks, or who next to plex with the bestSuggest your wearing a vest, or get a hole in your chestYou better ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out)Ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out)[Tyte Eyez]Excuse a young nigga, for taking up too much spaceA lyrical drop out, it`s Tyte EyezReleasing rhymes from my vocals, making `em hit the deckE.S.G. and Po-Yo, got`s to give us respectChin check is what they catch, for fucking around with some veteransRelieving pain from your pain, like a bottle of ExcedrinDirty 3rd`s the section, we filling all prescriptionsFrom pills to codeine, to ecstasy we granting wishesEat steak on platinum dishes, going fishing in the GulfNorth pull out the boat, and let the jet skis floatDirty 3rd`s the coast, and we some superstarsWearing ten around our neck, investing fifty in a carAnd if you ever see me rolling, blowing weed into trafficAin`t no high side with me, you need to postally autograph itAin`t no calling you fishes or bitches, or even scrubsCause we get it how we live it, and that`s ghetto love[Hook][E.S.G.]I`m leaving stains in they brains, sixteen bars of painLike a four year old kid, putting her`on in they veinThey addicted when it`s spitted, well kid I`m workingTrunk on wave, just like a white boy serving20`s be hurting, when I hit the curb slowMake sure next year, y`all reserve the front rowAt the Grammy`s, haters can`t stand meCondo in Texas, beach house in MiamiWhat you dream about I done it, rap game I run itBank account on swoll, like Big Moe`s stomachLast year was a good one, reached my quotaForbes Top 50, came right on overSammy Sosa taking over, mashing RugersRiding candy Winebagos, Compact computersWreckshop and Chevis, worth a bill each nowSitting on 22`s, shutting the whole piece down[Hook - 2x]