lirik lagu charlie ray - ride
[intro]
yeah, aha
ayo, naeh, i’m boutta take these n-ggas for a little ride
[verse 1]
yeah, we ease y’all in to it, then we f-ck ’em up
they wanna make the sound bad, imma cuddle up
i’m real cozy
this the type of sh-t to have me laid back
henny, rocks, puffin on the stogie
you n-ggas ain’t ready
i don’t wanna be the one rappin for the b-tches
i just want the same feddy
so understand if i don’t make it it’s because i refused to sell my soul to get a buzz
and that is what it was, and i am what it is
you want what we’ll never be, better try again
when you can’t trust your friends, you rather kick it with your foes
but instead i make the sh-t that you can sniff up in your nose
n-ggas better quit with all the b-tchin’ and get the dough
that’s what this sh-t is all about, as if you didn’t know
i’m only in my twenties but the game i kick is old
you can call me charlie ray and, yo, i came to spit the flow
[hook x2]
“i break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills”
[verse 2]
i break records to craniums and t–th
and i feel like everybody in my radius is weak
so i pay ’em with defeat
in the form of records that you get to playin’ in repeat
y’all are fakin’ with the heat
imma make you wait and see
it ain’t safe to wait for me
you n-ggas better do lebron, p-ss your wait and take a seat
imma save it, they can see, for this hip hop
never threw a ‘b’ up, never did the crip walk
never had to ‘re-up’, never had to pitch rocks
i just did the sh-t i had to do and didn’t get caught
and that’s as real as i can be
if you ain’t f-cking with it, cool
cause i made a lot of songs, and not one of ’em’s for you
but all of y’all would just sittin’ on blades and you sippin’ on spades
man, this sh-t’s all g-y
you n-ggas soundin’ like some b-tches all day
you need to make some sh-t that real n-ggas wanna play
dig?
[hook]
“i break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills”
[verse 3]
yeah, you better heed the warning
the f-cking bees are swarming
and then your mother’s in the church, all on her knees and moanin
and everybody’s looking at me like i’m speaking foreign
cuz i’m dope as f-ck but i’m on the corner street performing
and n-ggas be ignoring sk!ll cuz i ain’t on the tv
you don’t wanna see me on the real
you need to pop a pill
you’d be geekin out to chill
i’m a roacher mc, the n-ggas like me are hard to k!ll
i’m radioactive not radio active
i can’t be on the radio if all they playing is wack sh-t
that’s just the fact, this is practise, attracting the m-sses
master the craft to kick an -ss on your b-st-rds
so as we proceed to roll pine in the evergreen state, no seeds and low crime
everything’s about to boil over soon
all we do is cook, what you want – the foil or the spoon?
smell me?
[hook]
“i break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills”
[outro]
heh-heh
yeah
told y’all we was gonna go for a ride
we ain’t even on the driveway yet
westside
w-a to c-a n-gga
out
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