My Ride (Main Explicit Album Version) - Nappy Roots

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