Текст песни — Ryder Music — 50 Cent
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew
[Verse 1]
Here'-s a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'-m out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don'-t fuck with these clown niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stocks soar
I ain'-t gotta say I'-m a boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin'- like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'-m homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there'-s mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
TNT around, I can still make blow move
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin'- to it(come on)
Let'-s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let'-s go)
[Let'-s go]
[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin'- Prince shit «This is When Thugs Cry»
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin'- you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you
Jealousy'-s for women, but some niggas is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they'-re head with a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin'- I'-m bug
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin'- brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin'- on my neck, hands grippin'- on the tec
Fool trippin'- through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin'- out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin'- to it (come on)
Let'-s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let'-s go)
(Let'-s go)
[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin'-, cruisin'-, rims gleamin'-
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin'-, guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin'- backwards if you chasin'- a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'-m fallin'-, in love with success
Entrepeneur, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin'-, ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'-ll have ya homies burnin'- +Rest in Peace+ candles
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby'-s born, my nigga the world turns
Rappers, I make '-em sick when I say I'-m the shit
They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '-99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein'- broke is against my religion, now I'-m caked up
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin'- to it
Let'-s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let'-s go)
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