Now Ride lyrics

Artist  : Fabolous 
Song : Now Ride



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[Intro]

Yeah, yeah (haha) haha

Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh)

Uh (uh-huh-uh)

Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh



[Verse 1]

Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a
rage

Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they
stick on front page

Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the
age

Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a
cage

When I come through, it's usually in Dickies
that's beige

Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage

And it's funny how a few bucks can

Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the
Ku Klux Klan

It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the
death

We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest

I don't know you, please move to the left

Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs

I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah)

Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah)

This is my plate, I eat every meal from off
it

Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump!



[Chorus]

(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and

(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now

(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now

(Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon'
(ride)

(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and

(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now

(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now

(Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon'
(ride)



[Verse 2]

Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a
day wit the lawyer

Worryin bout, who say that saw ya

Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block

Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit
the Hoyas

I'ma boss, that you can never upstand

Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can

Some of y'all caught feelings from way back

Others waited till I came through, short willing
the Maybach

But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four,
trey

Still tucking and letting the fo' spray

Still ducking where ever the po's lay

And still f**king, and making them hoes say,
WHOA!

...And I know Fed's seen

The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean

Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E

Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T.,
ghetto



[Chorus]