Something To Ride To (feat. Ant Banks, Pooh-Man & Mhisani)

Ahhhhhh shit, now let me warm it up
 I got the gin and juice and Ima pouring my cup
 To get smooth in the mood that I'm in
 So let's start riding til this motherfucker ends
 And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging
 Spitting some game and trying to throw that thing
 On any young nigga with some ends
 A mobile phone and a drop-top Benz
 Take it from me, see, cause I know what it's about
 Kick a big fat dick in a bitch's mouth
 And keep riding, high siding, but don't front
 Nigga, serve that shit, don't be no punk
 And while the niggas keep jocking, I be scoping
 All the fine ass freaks of Oakland
 That's where I reside, and where I always will be
 The city of killers, dope dealers and still we
 Chill like players, and act like pimps
 Mack all hoes and slap all simps
 The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew
 I just hang with the gang like it's the thing to do
 Now motherfuckers can't face the facts that I'm doing this
 Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this
 See everybody knows the Banksta, the big dick gangsta
 Who's fucking with dank and clocking the bank
 And I'm a get mine in the 9-0s
 I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes
 I'm pulling up right beside you
 Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to
 Now here's some shit for you to ride to, punk
 Fifteen's slamming hard in my goddamn trunk
 From 10th Ave, to 105th
 Young players ride the Foothill Strip
 They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, 'Vettes
 560 Benzos with Ferrari kits
 They love fine ass bitches, Rolex watch
 Top let down on the coke white drop
 I love my high school cuties, muscle bound booties
 Pools a hoes, so you know I had to do my duties
 I got to have it like a rabbit, fuck her like a champ
 I tell you, nigga, I'm a pro with these high school tramps
 They say young minds, make good times
 See, I'm a player, so let me give an 0-9
 Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette
 She wanna ride, punk bitch, you can ride my dick
 Now Shawnetta, Shonda, and Rida too
 Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew
 Talk bad, punk bitch, but it's always Pooh
 Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to
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 Push in my deck, put in the key and start the engine
 Cause I ain't joking, tired of smoking donuts while I'm spinning
 A tight high performance engine with the duals and cams
 Fuck a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams
 Cause I'm a young brother like to burn rubber
 Yo, get in and out of lanes
 I pump that ride in your bumper so ya change
 Then I take a pit stop, exterior interior whipped up
 They wax me, then they buff me, niggas don't love me now I'm tip-top
 Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop
 Going to the Lee-Nail spots, looking for the female cop
 I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat
 Went to the curb, when I saw the ass of a dark freak
 So I pulled up slamming Short Dog
 I said "Hey!" she said, (snort), I said, "Damn, a fucking warthog!"
 So I smashed out doing 90
 Covered her ass up with the smoke I left behind me
 The medley steadily flowed in my ears like oxygen
 Too $hort, the Pooh, and the Banks, got the hoes on our jocks again
 Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big titties
 That's potent, but all I got is cheese for a rodent
 Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing
 Picking up my young cock for some cool tossing
 Defamation of character, racially slandering
 But all I'm ever guilty of is pimping and pandering
 So please let me go, officer
 Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her
 I make like Al, tune, crank the volume, and dash
 Hit the freeway, cause I can't play when I got some ass
 Respect a player and an OG that's what they told me
 Mhisani, nickname Goldy, spitting shit to ride to
 Now I come from the motherfucking eastside
 So shut the fuck up, bitch, and just ride
 I'm $hort Dog, hoe, you can't front me
 Since my very first album, I was funky
 Bitches start seeing them dollar signs
 Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime
 It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp
 Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents
 I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the rest
 I know the game, hoe, and I'm a vet
 Playing broads ain't based on love
 You want my money, I wanna fuck
 And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap
 Bitch! Kiss my pimping ass
 Cause all the time I didn't have this cash
 Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number
 I couldn't see you like Stevie Wonder
 I made a hit record, now I got money
 You wanna play $hort Dog for a dummy
 But I come from the motherfucking eastside
 You suck my dick, so I let the fake bitch ride
 Dangerous Music is on the mic
 And like Banks always say, "This shit is tight!"
 Now that's some shit I ride
 Pop that in the K-5 and go, but
 I got my partner Ant Banks sitting on something real fat
 I got my partner $hort, sitting on the hood of a Cadillac
 I got eveybody rolling
 I got Kool-Aid, he ain't spilling, and he ain't tripping
 I got Ol' TB with his big 'ol fat ass, I got everybody
 I got Mhis, but he ain't got no skin on his dick
 Cause he fuck too much
 I got uh— I got Ol' Dirty Arm, but that my partner, though
 Cause he's super clean, super side, super everything
 I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dread
 But that ain't what's happening
 I got uh— shit, who else I got
 I got, I got Face, Pooh, that's my partner
 He'll look through a broad, his face so big
 I got uh, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Linus, he kind of filthy
 But that's my partner, though, I ain't going to talk bad
 I ain't going to talk bad
 (You gonna talk about out ranking...?)
 No, I ain't going to rank out
 Oh, Kitty Wing? That's my partner, Peppermint Patty
 I ain't going to talk about him
 (That's my partner)
 I ain't going to talk about Huh
 Cause he might beat me up, send the block out on me
 I don't want the block to come through on me
 (What about Too Clean?)
 Oh, Too Clean? (barking) Hahaha
 Motherfucker!
 (Who else we got?)
 Uh, we got uh, we got Hist Dancers (What about Chris Hicks, man?)
 Chris Hicks? That's my, that's my Steven Seagal, he living lavish
 Who else we got?
 Who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on?
 (Did you get the Tin Man?)
 The Tin Man Moe? (Hahaha)
 That's Pah, the Prince of Darkness, that's my dark partner
 My counter, that's my darkside
 Who else we got, who else we got?
 (I don't know who we missing, man
 Ant can't be ranking all of us, talking about, uh, uhh
 Did we get Foothill?)
 We got Foothill, oh, I didn't get Clim, his teeth glow in the dark