Текст песни Insane Clown Posse - Ride 2 Da End
Insane Clown Posse - Ride 2 Da End слова песни
I`ma thugI`ma shootI`ma smokeI`ma walk up on yo ass and bust yo ass in the eyeI`ma roll this blunt upI`ma I`maChorus:I`ma ride 2 da end (end)Ball till I fall (fall)I`m on the hunt for tha papaGimme s`moreI gotta get mine (hey)All about the currency (yea)And let my thugs and mutha fuckin` rydas represent me (woop woop)And ya betta blaze the weedAnd pass that shit to meAnd I`ma cock da gatAnd hold it down for my familyWe worldwideLeaving ya hatin` bitchesOn the curbsideBleeding and needin` stichesBitches ya got ya mouth wide openOn the wed and all your hatin` and roastinGonna keep me braggin` and boastin`This shit is coast to coastAnd I`ma ball till I fall babyWhile punk ass bitchesSpend they money on that car nedayYou can`t even picture me rollin`Money follin`In an Escalade with twinkies and it`sProbably stolenCrack my Newports, openAnd I`m smokin` for a lickin`If you got itAnd I want itThen you hittin`You and your bitchFoe FoeMister Mean And HatefulMister Free to rideYou and your famCan burn the cradleWho wanna smoke?Who wanna ride wit me?We runnin wit da RydasTill the E-N-DAnd I`maChorus(Yayeah)Hit the east sideIntended to get groovyCruisin down the Ave.Lookin` for titties and bootiesGuerellis grippin` twinkiesSee me sparklin` and shinin`I`m like a diamondAs I continue glidin`The ass drops downAs I hit the switch againHeads startin` turnin`Cuz they see that Shank is perfenAnd swervin`PimpinPlease understand that if these niggas act upThey get ta leavin` in an ambulanceI got my hand curved around a heataAnd if your bitch is on my dickHell yea I wanna meet herI`ma playaYou don`t see them diamonds through the windshield?I`m eatin` steak and shrimp while you bitches splitten happy mealsDon`t get your cat peeledActin` hardI got a bullet for youAnd everybody in your backyard (What the fuck you looking at)And bitch if you don`t knowYou better ask a friendL`il Shank Mutha fucka, I`ma ryda till the endChorusDo I gotta tell you how muchThat this watch cost?Or do I gotta tell you how much dope a nigga lost?Tryin` to come up in the gameMake a name for myselfBut when this block get hitIt`s hella bad for ya healthGotta get back on your feetHustle on the streetMinimum wage don`t make enough for ends meetWhat`s up bitch?The name`s Cell Block, hoAnd one question, do you like dick in the throat? (FUCK YEA)I be rollin with the rydasIced out on the streetGold chain around my neckBrand new NIKE`s on my feetAnd we livin` up yo blockNigga always wit a glockAnd a sack fulla rocksFor them thieves on my jockKeep rockin` skrillaPaper chasin` never endsI be 45 and still slangin` rocks out the benzI`ma pimp by bloodAnd a Ryda 4 LifeAnd I`ma ride 2 da endDumpin` clips all nightChorus X2(rydas)And let my thug and mutha fuckin` rydas represent meUh...Bullet in this bitch, Cell Block, Fo Fo, L`il Shank, Full ClipAnd let my thug and mutha fuckin` rydas represent me