LRC歌词
[ti:My Ride (Main Explicit Album Version)]
[ar:Nappy Roots]
[al:Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]My Ride (Main Explicit Album Version) - Nappy Roots (涅皮·鲁特)
[00:16.63]Feelin easy like it's sunday morning steak and eggs
[00:18.39]Hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades
[00:20.55]Play her like a pimp type a ni**a ain't me
[00:22.50]With the tint the 35 percent so ya can't see
[00:24.51]Fish scales shotgun pass the L to big V
[00:26.33]Flip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop
[00:29.52]From the tip top chrome double duce
[00:30.69]Make a b**ch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop
[00:32.48]On a budget back and forth from kentucky
[00:35.19]We them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
[00:37.03]A hundred and ninety spoke god damn
[00:38.59]Look but don't touch it we commin down I-65
[00:41.25]Nappy and company on the cadilac we so real
[00:43.22]Skinny deville return like a bat out of hell
[00:44.98]Hell don't ya think nappy roots comin as well
[00:46.65]Big V B Stille Prophet Clutch and Fish Scales yeaahh
[00:49.94]My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
[00:53.99]My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
[00:58.15]Wood grain interior leather and chrome
[01:02.20]Everybody ride out it's on it's on
[01:05.79]Ay yo that's my cab jumped out leavin a tab
[01:07.69]Hold on man we'll discuss that later
[01:08.97]B jumped out like
[01:09.69]Fell in the aspen rotten like martin
[01:12.12]Two white dudes one looked like matt harprin
[01:14.24]Later on he's eatin and ball in cleavland
[01:16.92]And I jumped out like f**k your season
[01:20.07]Van dam woke up in the grand am
[01:22.57]Real hot no air for the car jam
[01:24.55]Twenty inches ride both on probes
[01:26.32]Look nice chevrolet on pipes
[01:28.28]Keep chevy tint that twinkle so bright
[01:30.41]B O B im'a ball on budget
[01:32.55]Pumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass
[01:34.56]Nah you can't ride im' selfish
[01:36.60]Ain't too many ho's wanna touch this velvet
[01:39.04]My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
[01:43.15]My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
[01:47.08]Wood grain interior leather and chrome
[01:51.17]Everybody ride out it's on it's on
[02:09.55]Hop in with me we bout to leave
[02:11.23]You gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket
[02:13.37]Gas up the crotch rocket pass up the cops blocked it
[02:18.20]Extra clean you can't tell me nean
[02:19.56]Drop the top showin off for the summa
[02:21.43]The cadilac stretch on dem bow legged stillets
[02:23.48]Where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette
[02:25.88]Bubble coat primers chrome spiders inside us
[02:27.78]Big enough for my team and a couple of trainers
[02:30.11]But it hold no minors that's major
[02:31.89]Wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features
[02:33.93]Feel boom from the beats in my big speakers
[02:35.94]It's on in my seats and my signature
[02:37.71]Don't throw dirt on my name no shirt as I lean
[02:39.97]Out the window pane you hear the country boy sang
[02:42.54]My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
[02:46.65]My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
[02:50.92]Wood grain interior leather and chrome
[02:54.81]Everybody ride out it's on it's on
[03:02.14]It's on it's on
[03:05.08]It's on it's on
[03:09.06]It's on it's on
[ar:Nappy Roots]
[al:Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]My Ride (Main Explicit Album Version) - Nappy Roots (涅皮·鲁特)
[00:16.63]Feelin easy like it's sunday morning steak and eggs
[00:18.39]Hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades
[00:20.55]Play her like a pimp type a ni**a ain't me
[00:22.50]With the tint the 35 percent so ya can't see
[00:24.51]Fish scales shotgun pass the L to big V
[00:26.33]Flip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop
[00:29.52]From the tip top chrome double duce
[00:30.69]Make a b**ch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop
[00:32.48]On a budget back and forth from kentucky
[00:35.19]We them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
[00:37.03]A hundred and ninety spoke god damn
[00:38.59]Look but don't touch it we commin down I-65
[00:41.25]Nappy and company on the cadilac we so real
[00:43.22]Skinny deville return like a bat out of hell
[00:44.98]Hell don't ya think nappy roots comin as well
[00:46.65]Big V B Stille Prophet Clutch and Fish Scales yeaahh
[00:49.94]My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
[00:53.99]My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
[00:58.15]Wood grain interior leather and chrome
[01:02.20]Everybody ride out it's on it's on
[01:05.79]Ay yo that's my cab jumped out leavin a tab
[01:07.69]Hold on man we'll discuss that later
[01:08.97]B jumped out like
[01:09.69]Fell in the aspen rotten like martin
[01:12.12]Two white dudes one looked like matt harprin
[01:14.24]Later on he's eatin and ball in cleavland
[01:16.92]And I jumped out like f**k your season
[01:20.07]Van dam woke up in the grand am
[01:22.57]Real hot no air for the car jam
[01:24.55]Twenty inches ride both on probes
[01:26.32]Look nice chevrolet on pipes
[01:28.28]Keep chevy tint that twinkle so bright
[01:30.41]B O B im'a ball on budget
[01:32.55]Pumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass
[01:34.56]Nah you can't ride im' selfish
[01:36.60]Ain't too many ho's wanna touch this velvet
[01:39.04]My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
[01:43.15]My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
[01:47.08]Wood grain interior leather and chrome
[01:51.17]Everybody ride out it's on it's on
[02:09.55]Hop in with me we bout to leave
[02:11.23]You gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket
[02:13.37]Gas up the crotch rocket pass up the cops blocked it
[02:18.20]Extra clean you can't tell me nean
[02:19.56]Drop the top showin off for the summa
[02:21.43]The cadilac stretch on dem bow legged stillets
[02:23.48]Where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette
[02:25.88]Bubble coat primers chrome spiders inside us
[02:27.78]Big enough for my team and a couple of trainers
[02:30.11]But it hold no minors that's major
[02:31.89]Wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features
[02:33.93]Feel boom from the beats in my big speakers
[02:35.94]It's on in my seats and my signature
[02:37.71]Don't throw dirt on my name no shirt as I lean
[02:39.97]Out the window pane you hear the country boy sang
[02:42.54]My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
[02:46.65]My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
[02:50.92]Wood grain interior leather and chrome
[02:54.81]Everybody ride out it's on it's on
[03:02.14]It's on it's on
[03:05.08]It's on it's on
[03:09.06]It's on it's on
文本歌词
My Ride (Main Explicit Album Version) - Nappy Roots (涅皮·鲁特)
Feelin easy like it's sunday morning steak and eggs
Hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades
Play her like a pimp type a ni**a ain't me
With the tint the 35 percent so ya can't see
Fish scales shotgun pass the L to big V
Flip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop
From the tip top chrome double duce
Make a b**ch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop
On a budget back and forth from kentucky
We them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
A hundred and ninety spoke god damn
Look but don't touch it we commin down I-65
Nappy and company on the cadilac we so real
Skinny deville return like a bat out of hell
Hell don't ya think nappy roots comin as well
Big V B Stille Prophet Clutch and Fish Scales yeaahh
My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
Wood grain interior leather and chrome
Everybody ride out it's on it's on
Ay yo that's my cab jumped out leavin a tab
Hold on man we'll discuss that later
B jumped out like
Fell in the aspen rotten like martin
Two white dudes one looked like matt harprin
Later on he's eatin and ball in cleavland
And I jumped out like f**k your season
Van dam woke up in the grand am
Real hot no air for the car jam
Twenty inches ride both on probes
Look nice chevrolet on pipes
Keep chevy tint that twinkle so bright
B O B im'a ball on budget
Pumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass
Nah you can't ride im' selfish
Ain't too many ho's wanna touch this velvet
My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
Wood grain interior leather and chrome
Everybody ride out it's on it's on
Hop in with me we bout to leave
You gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket
Gas up the crotch rocket pass up the cops blocked it
Extra clean you can't tell me nean
Drop the top showin off for the summa
The cadilac stretch on dem bow legged stillets
Where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette
Bubble coat primers chrome spiders inside us
Big enough for my team and a couple of trainers
But it hold no minors that's major
Wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features
Feel boom from the beats in my big speakers
It's on in my seats and my signature
Don't throw dirt on my name no shirt as I lean
Out the window pane you hear the country boy sang
My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes
My candy paint straight from the honeycomb
Wood grain interior leather and chrome
Everybody ride out it's on it's on
It's on it's on
It's on it's on
It's on it's on