Big Tymers feat. B.G., Cadillac



How Should I Ride

Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels

I'm the number one pepper star, look at y'all

Hat to the back, make my way to the bar

When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine

Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine

Can I have your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention

I stay in a big ass house wit' a big gold fence and

Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper

Living room Supa-Dupa

Size, Suprose

This a big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes

Look out here I come, stunt man number one

I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun

The boat, the plane, the Viper man

The 4 TV's in the black Range

A black boy havin' all these thangs

Now how should I ride man



[Baby:]

Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11

Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter

And 10 a ki still a number

I ride Rolls Royce Canisus

I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top Benzie

I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a little money

Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little money

But I got 10 hoes, all with golds

Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they assholes

Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I ride nigga

If you ridin' 16's don't ride beside me nigga

I'll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broads

My block on fire, my niggaz in heat

We clockin' a hundred G's a week

I boat the yacht, and a screen TV

And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee

So you niggaz could see me

I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous

I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous

I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches

Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga

I guess that's the thug in me

I lie to these bitches 7 days a week

I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace



[B.G.:]

They wan' know how I ride

Still get high

Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss

I'm the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin'

I'm playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin'

Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G's

Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees

We ballin' got cars from every company

Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee

Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25

Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5

Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up

You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that truck

Ah hah, we floss all week man

Every night I got a different bitch under my sheet man

They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way

They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next day



[Cadillac:]

Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes

Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet

Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eye

Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the naked eye

Why, cause I'm a shinda

I got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya

Get out my way cause I'm comin' through

Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on 20's too

Livin' my life like I'm a millionaire

How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare

Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els

Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel

Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds

Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll

We got the finest cars and the finest broads

Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage

Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride

Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the wood inside

For sheezy boy

How you luv that

Done it again BGeezy off the heezy