Ride歌词

[00:00.000] 作词 : Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Ricky Hill
[00:00.003] 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Ricky Hill
[00:00.06]Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that probably Tago
[00:11.34]Uh
[00:22.56]I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right
[00:25.56]Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
[00:28.86]Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my ****
[00:31.44]*****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides
[00:34.56]I promise I'ma ride
[00:36.06]We tread spin, bullets flyin'
[00:37.44]Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
[00:40.37]If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
[00:43.24]I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide
[00:46.26]Stevie Wonder ain't see his brothers die, he ain't feel my pain
[00:49.15]He don't know my mama couldn't pay the light bill and I felt that pain
[00:51.76]But Mark had died, he wasn't breaking a dollar, but I tried to help him change
[00:54.71]Interrogatin', I still wouldn't crack if I was on *******
[00:57.64]Got this **** from out the projects, ain't no silver spoons
[01:00.83]The morning after the night we slide only time we watch the news
[01:03.66]I wanna comment on *****s' picture, but I just keep it cool
[01:06.73]I know them ***** *****s *******, and they know it too, that's why I'm confused
[01:11.20]I was stackin', gettin' money when I was in school
[01:14.13]Went to sellin' packs from jackin', then made rappin' cool
[01:17.04]Lookin' up to rich *****s, let me rock they jewels
[01:20.11]Got the game from real steppers, that's why I walk with tools
[01:23.06]Never let these ******* knock me off my pivot, spin 'em
[01:25.84]DM her best friend, I'm tryna get up in her, kill it
[01:28.70]Rapping like an expert but I just be doin' it to blow off in it
[01:31.88]Two thousand on all my denim, I'm always working, I'm never chillin'
[01:34.44]Made a killing off a killing, put a million on his head
[01:37.41]Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds
[01:40.36]Give a **** 'bout he say, she say, I don't wanna hear about what they said
[01:43.20]And G5 just said he brought the pints, I'm through with sippin' red
[01:46.25]I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right
[01:48.60]Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
[01:51.76]Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my ****
[01:54.36]*****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides
[01:57.53]I promise I'ma ride
[01:58.94]We tread spin, bullets flyin'
[02:00.41]Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
[02:03.34]If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
[02:06.21]I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide
[02:09.12]I come from the bottom like the curb do
[02:12.76]Got 'em in they feelings, it's so personal
[02:15.52]Ride with that fire, can't let 'em swerve you
[02:18.52]Gotta watch your own back, can't let 'em hurt you, haha
[02:22.13]Shooters on the roof that'll murk you
[02:24.33]And I, treat 'em like my son, like I birth you
[02:27.26]When I was runnin' through the street, it was on curfew
[02:30.25]And all them times I had him down, I could've murked you
[02:33.22]Before I went and did my time in the feds
[02:35.85]I was skippin' school that's why I was upset
[02:38.91]I was trappin' on Sunset on the hill, I couldn't beg
[02:41.92]Keep that fire by my side, yeah, you know I ain't scared, yeah
[02:45.01]You know how I play it
[02:46.31]I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right
[02:47.67]Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
[02:51.08]Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my ****
[02:53.69]*****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides
[02:56.75]I promise I'ma ride
[02:58.20]We tread spin, bullets flyin'
[02:59.63]Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
[03:02.56]If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
[03:05.51]I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide
[03:08.43]Hit a one way, went to leave school, that's the only way to go
[03:10.94]We stopped goin' to football practice, we found another way to score
[03:14.00]See I'm tired of seein' my *****s in dirt, but they ain't from Chicago
[03:16.94]And Billy died sober shootin' dice, hear what I'm sayin', I'm hollow
[03:19.88]And my *****s went to snortin' coke, I remember pourin' up in Fanta
[03:23.02]Asking God why that cat geeked, I don't never get no answers
[03:25.90]I be wantin' to get my bros out that slammer, but they ain't like Tyson Chandler
[03:28.80]They play with it, we gon' knock they lights out, watch 'em put down candles, hah
[03:31.74]I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right
[03:35.24]Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
[03:38.43]Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my ****
[03:41.08]*****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides
[03:44.38]I promise I'ma ride, yeah
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