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lirik lagu let’s ride freestyle – fat pat

[freestyle]
uh huh. yeah, know’m saying? you know i gotta stick it in your mind. sh*t, what?
well let’s ride
let’s ride
just you and p*a*t getting high
let’s ride, let’s ride
let you and p*a*t getting high

well i, pull out the candy on a sat*rday
it’s the p*a*to the*t and i’m full of that hay
i be flipping, i be sliding in my deuce
riding up the boulevard hitting up on my juice
hoes be looking, i be getting nakey, starting to wreck it
but the motherf*cking plates say texas, i be checking
hoes to the left and to the right, i’m a g
the p*a*to the*t, hoes you don’t know me
i be the n*gga for the 9 to the 5
to the 6, me and screwdoo will be live
do my own thang, that’s how i do it
kicking it like the stupid dream, that’s true true
wreck the texas west coast, so what rock we rock the most
n*ggas don’t know we real go from coast to coast
we be real, diamond on my grill
and i’m the p*a*t baby i’m so for real
i got my nina in my hand ready to spray a jacka
i don’t give a d*mn ’bout the motherf*cking crackers
’cause them hoes hate us, don’t want to see me, make it
so the motherf*ckers try to take me
to the f*cking jail, but i’m straight from the ghetto
h*llo? do you hear me bro?
when i kick my flow
i don’t give a d*mn where i’m from and where i’m sprung
n*gga let’s ride ’cause this on the one
let’s ride, let’s ride, just you and p*a*t getting high

huh, we gotta do it houston style, texas
gotta wreck it fool, next time i’m coming lexus
it’s ’92 and you know the screw, i was a bg, watching on the tv
with that n*gga [?] just the gangster having madness
couldn’t give a d*mn, grabbed the nina gat, i had to
’cause the static automatic when i bust ’em
’cause i was high on the f*cking robitussin
it’s so f*cked up, dipped off in fry
that’s why i jumped in my hoop and now i ride
on to the north because i don’t give a d*mn
dropped an album last time i heard of ’em man
trying to jack, trying to make my f*cking ‘lac
but them d*mn fools better watch they f*cking back
can’t forget them botany boy who that g?
snuck up on them boys at the [?] to see
hit one in the eye, watch that boy cry
because the boys fooled on that motherf*cking fry
lost out my mind, bake, bake, bake
i’m coming down trunk banging with the earthquake
i don’t give a d*mn, what i body slam
d*mn fool, n*gga you know how i hang a man
by his f*cking neck ’cause i’m from that who?
southpark texas n*gga, not hoover blue
not that f*cking red, ’cause i don’t give a d*mn
it’s all about that murder man, f*ck uncle sam
i can’t work for the hoe, ’cause he trying to pimp me
ain’t nothing going on ’cause i’m on my blimp g
just going riding, through the f*cking sky
see my name flashing all on the f*cking side
f*a*t for the ’96 baby jumping in the mix
got my fix, got my hand on the wood, big 6
on the dice, i’m shooting i take your life
i don’t give a d*mn, murder one, murder twice
’cause the back door thang, it’s the d*mn fool
i’m with my f*cking key baby ’cause that’s my tool
you know the golden rule never ever slip
jumped in the jet, go on let’s take a trip
to atlanta, to act so bad
we at the freaknik, [?] home in the jag
chris coming up, it’s looking all good
blunt in the truck, riding through your neighborhoods
i’m back in the deuce popping up on a trunk
n*gga in that oak man, smoking up on the skunk
riding up on the [?], i’m tearing on that block
that’s that [?] man they don’t stop
i go and get a dip, them boys got me f*cked
i go around a corner screw up that little chump
and that boy g, it’s a solo thang
that’s why i’m like the esg, i sw*ng and bang
so f*cking hard, i’m on the boatload
when i’m jumping on the juice, man watch my flow
’cause i go off n*gga, don’t give a d*mn
talking up on a square man, you know who i am
i’m the g, for the 9 to that 5
i don’t give a d*mn, got the gat in my ride
n*gga got me f*cked up, n*gga got me so down
n*gga don’t give a d*mn, h*town, gotta clown
got my .9 in my pocket, weighing at least a gram
what the f*ck is going on, drinking a gallon
of that f*cking syrup, i’m that man [?] pat
i don’t give a f*ck because we cut and got the gat
n*ggas steady busting on the marks from the jackas
f*ck the f*cking feds ’cause i know them hoes actors
tryna jack me, because i’m in my benz
on martin luther king, riding ain’t no end
four deep with friends
f*ck the f*cking compton
’cause them n*ggas think that the south ain’t stomping
up in that door, we kicking it in g
it’s like a f*cking murder man, give me the key
n*gga used a pistol on the hoe ’cause he tripped
snapped a n*gga because i know i was a trip
n*gga don’t know was a hustler from the start
thug life n*gga man, that’s up in my heart
i’m thinking about that pac, that boy be on lock
but that boy know man, the dream don’t stop
because i’m in the what? i done already told ’em
blue and red man, green i’m unfolding
f*ck the f*cking color, black on black crime
that’s why i had to k!ll another one of mine
motherf*cking brothers
n*gga ain’t no other
n*gga who could stutter
man f*ck the other, race
going off g and let’s ride
i’m f*cking with the p*a*to the*t
that’s why we gonna ride
motherf*cking southside while we gonna ride
man i, be on, my flip late at night
i be smoking, on that pipe
with that k!ller, down in my throat
pulling on that motherf*cker, man yeah i hope
a n*gga come to my door, try to kick it in
pick up the phone, call all my f*cking friends
hit big deebo on the f*cking long drive
get [?] on the am tree now
call up the blunt off the f*cking [?]
[?] off the foster don’t play
go get the chunk, go to the ‘leans
pull out some of them motherf*cking fiends
cars, we gotta, ride ’em up g
so let’s get the aks and the pumps see
because it’s a murder, after f*cking midnight
i’m coming through in my motherf*cking bubble lights
i was surprised, you can’t see me
the p*a*to the*t, ’cause i’m in this industry
coming so hard, coming so real
riding on the freight like esg with the quill
riding all the way, time to get paid
i’m coming through man i got your baby mama laid
down in the bed, but i’m sticking head
n*gga pulling through ’cause what i went fed
back in ’92 when i first bought my ‘lac
me and cb with the f*cking slant back
moved to southwest, now i’m in the park
he in the red benz, we rolling out the dark
shutting the south down, them boys couldn’t handle
somebody kicked the door in and dismantled
all my f*cking money, took up all the clothes
planted me for the crime, but i didn’t know, what the f*ck to do
i called up on the screw, told that boy i had to put it on the tape fool
so now it’s ’95, n*ggas still strong
n*ggas still in the game, still going long
i got my mind made up, the game is just sewed up
go in my room and beat my f*cking pad up
and my f*cking pen, and then i go to writing
so many rhymes man, it just be exciting
[?] f*cking mind, i’m p*ssed off to the highest festivity
hoes can’t see me, in the city
do or die, so i smoke that [?]
just to stay motherf*cking l*i*v*e live
n*gga can’t see me, the p*a*to the t
even if i was in your face, or all 3d
i be sweating you can bet when i flow
won a f*cking trophy at high rollers hoe
first f*cking place, number one, yeah the ace
i’m coming through giving you marks yeah a taste
of the southside, ’cause we so real
we coming red and blue, so what the f*ck you feel?
it ain’t a f*cking color, it’s about the truce
so now i’m back out there in my f*cking deuce
rolling up the block, i’m banging trunk open
with the pop up, popped up, and i’m smoking
man bubble eyes, beaming so far
i could see you if you was crestmont park
and i was on [?] drinking on my 40
h*ll nah n*gga, a four man, a party
in my f*cking ride, hitting them to the left
and then to the right, dropped the drop yep
man so real, me and that blunt
coming through this motherf*cker man, yeah a front
for them f*cking hoes, i be fronting broke
because these buster b*tches gotta keep my pockets loaded
with the f*cking paper, the heads just be ringing
the bells just be singing
and i will just be swinging
elbows left to the right
popped the trunk yeah that’s right
southside n*gga, yeah we roll tight
i don’t give a d*mn, and i don’t give a f*ck
we still coming through*

- fat pat

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