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Spice 1 lyrics Ride Wit Me lyrics (Chorus) 2x Baby come and go on this jack with me Come and do some savage thug shit with me If I die up in this drama Would you ride for me? You can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me (Verse 1): Fuckin' on the hood of my Benz Robbin' some of your old boyfriends (boyfriends) Dressed in black like twins (like twins) You sexy I'm saggin' (saggin') Bitch put this clip in your purse (your purse) Cause we about to go do some dirt (dirt) These niggas think you won't ride (won't ride) Comin' with the element of surprise I be hidin' in back up the trunk Leave it half unlock so I can dump Muthafucka These bitch niggas play hoe games (hoe games) But the shit gon stop today Cause I'ma take this AK (AK) Stick a Glock in your lingerie And we gon handle this shit like G's , bitch (biAAtch!) You can distract 'em with your cleavage (you know I'm sayin' hahaha) Kick on back with Spice 1 (spice 1) Baby, you can ride shotgun (shotgun) Little rings around your titty-nipples While I'm puffin' on my blunt (my blunt) Just some gangsta shit that I do (I do) When I ride with me and you (me and you) We alone in the middle of the night Rubbin' my .44 between your thighs You ain't scared it's the thug in me Got your lips on my neck and you're huggin' me Tinted bulletproof window so they can't see Just a down-ass bitch and a hard-ass G Hahaahaahha (Chorus): (Verse 2): Feelin' on your ass while you're bustin' out the roof Yellin' : 187 out the stolen coupe (coupe) Baby come and go on this lick with me Born killers like 'Mickey' and 'Malorie' You in love with a fugitive Po-po lookin' for me where I used to live ain't got no more jail time to give B-a-b-a bomb first my prerogative When I see your G-string in a hot tub Clips and gats all around makin' hot love And you're always down for a lil' sex , money and murder Laids up with a reload the gun won't me to serve ya Got you lost in a thug world Fully loaded magazine playin' with your pearl Crystal kinda ?? by the pool-side Got two twin-Glocks : Hers and His Nines Other hoes is fakin' you're the realest When it come to nanana you got the illest Got a nigga hittin' switches in the king-size Me and you get dressed and goin' Hoo-ride That's how we do it Some haters ????? Me and my bitch got you mark-ass niggas scared If you don't comin' with the money she gon empty lead Leave a nigga in a hooptie with a half-head (Chorus): Other Spice 1 lyrics: In My Neighborhood lyrics Money Gone lyrics Peace to My Nine lyrics Young Nigga lyrics Welcome to the Ghetto lyrics City Streets lyrics 1-900-Spice lyrics Dumpin' Em In Ditches lyrics 187 He Wrote lyrics Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist) lyrics 380 On That Ass lyrics Mo' Mail lyrics Runnin?Out Da Crackhouse lyrics Trigga Gots No Heart lyrics Trigga Happy lyrics RIP lyrics 1990-Sick ( Kill 'Em All) lyrics Dirty Bay lyrics Mind of a Sick Nigga lyrics Drama lyrics Mobbin' lyrics Sucka Ass Niggas lyrics 1-800 (Str8 from the Pen) lyrics Ain't No Love lyrics Funky Chickens lyrics Snich Killas lyrics Can U Feel It lyrics 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All) lyrics Tha Thug in Me lyrics I'm High lyrics Recognize Game lyrics Playa Man lyrics Ballin lyrics The Boss Mobster lyrics 510, 213 lyrics Kill Street Blues lyrics Wanna Be a G lyrics 2 Hands and a Razor lyrics Suckas Do What They Can (Real Playaz) lyrics U Can't Fade Me lyrics Can I Hit It? lyrics High Powered lyrics Killerfornia lyrics Gone With The Wind lyrics Too Deep in the Game lyrics Make Sure They Bleed lyrics Immortalized lyrics Strap on the Side lyrics Jealous Got Me Strapped lyrics Doncha Runaway lyrics You Can Get the Gat for That lyrics You Done Fucked Up lyrics |