Ryder Music歌词

作曲 : Curtis Jackson & Teraike Crawford
Yeah

Yeah we can ride to this

Just lay back crew

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 **** with these clown ******
In a race for the cheese
I run laps around ******
Soon as I step on stage
The crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores
Reebok stock soar
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss
****** can tell
The east coast crib
The size of a small hotel
The **** 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 ****** on my ****
Now we can get hostile
Or we can do this smooth
T&T around I can still make blow move

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)
[Let's go]
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)
[Let's go]
Last year I woke up
A good look damn it feels good
On the low
I done ****** 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 ****
"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 ******
Will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women
But some ****** is ***** 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 ******' 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
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)
(Let's go)
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)
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 *****
Stupid chase the paper
They come with the ****
I'm fallin' in love with success
Entrepeneure connoisseur
I maneuver the best
Rowin' ruger on my lap
Rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies
Burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak
I listen and learn
A man dies a baby's born
My ****** the world turns
Rappers I make 'em sick
When I say I'm the ****
They mistake my confidance
For arrogance they hate on the kid
In '99
I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion
Now picked up
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)
(Let's go)
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)
(Let's go)
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)
[Let's go]
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)
[Let's go]