Ridin
Bun B Feat. Slim Thug & Play-N-Skillz Lyrics


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R.I.P. Guru
GangStarr 4 Life
Goddamn, Primo!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem

"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin' wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"

Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And what can fuck wit this? I take shots and don't fuckin miss
First on your baby mama bucket list
You on some sucka shit, might as well suck a dick
'Cause you bein a bitch just for the fuck of it
And when I fuckin' spit, niggaz get to tuckin' shit
Tryna duck down wherever they can fuckin' get
They better ask somebody
'Fore I have big truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch!
Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin' a real nigga campaign
Fake ass niggaz, we snatch 'em out the damn rain
Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
Bang! Now that's what happen when the trigger blow
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!

[Chorus]
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin' wit Premo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin' wit Primo, it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"

Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit me? You not built up
I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up
And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked
'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' scared to POP
You ain't a gangsta, you need to stop
I'm a type of nigga pull up at a evening spot
Squeeze and pop niggaz 'til they weave and drop, ock!
You the type that gotta call in the goons
I come one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to (Gladiatin') on haters like Leonidas
Niggaz gonna have to admit that he the tightest
You talk a big game mayne, but mine's bigger bro
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know!

[Chorus]

Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike mayne
Big dough, big flow, big fight game
Take you out the zone, put you in the right frame
Take you out yor home, middle of the night mayne
Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the night train
That's right mayne, and it's the right time
In the right game to get rich like a white mayne
Tryna see how much paper that I might gain
While I still keep it trill in what I write, mayne
Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most
By hittin these haters with a double dose
Toast! We got it locked like a figure-fo'
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know!

[Chorus]

Bitch! Yeaaah!
PA to PV, nigga
Bun Beeda, DJ Premier
Legends, in the, game
You don't know? Now you know, bitch!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggaz come down
Hah! Yeaaah!
Premo, I was waitin on that shit, nigga
I been waitin' on this shit since "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration"
Hahaha, my motherfuckin' nigga
Love you, boy




Real rap shit, real nigga shit
We gone!

Overall Meaning

The song "Ridin' Slow" by Bun B featuring Slim Thug and Play-N-Skillz is a celebration of southern rap music and its crossover with the New York rap scene. The song starts with a reference to the legendary rapper and producer, Guru, and his group Gang Starr. The chorus features a sample of a Big L verse, which emphasizes the importance of a loud mic and tight production. Bun B and Slim Thug both rap over a beat produced by DJ Premier, one of the most respected hip-hop producers of all time.


The lyrics of the song are about asserting dominance and proving the superiority of southern rap. Bun B and Slim Thug brag about their skills and their wealth, while at the same time criticizing other rappers for being fake and insincere. The verses are packed with clever wordplay and memorable lines, such as "You on some sucka shit, might as well suck a dick."


The chorus is repeated several times throughout the song, which gives it a catchy and anthemic quality. The beat is laid-back and smooth, featuring a funky bassline, mellow guitar riff, and some scratching from DJ Premier. The song is a perfect representation of the "slow and low" style of southern rap, which emphasizes laid-back beats and drawled-out rhymes.


Line by Line Meaning

R.I.P. Guru
Paying respects to GangStarr's Guru who passed away


GangStarr 4 Life
Showing support and loyalty to the GangStarr brand


Goddamn, Primo!
Showing admiration for DJ Premier's talent


Long time comin', baby
Expressing anticipation for this collaboration


History in the making
Acknowledging the importance of this moment and project


It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem
Inviting DJ Premier to start the music and set the tone for the song


"Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin' wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
A vocal sample from Pimp C hyping up the collaboration with DJ Premier


"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
A vocal sample from Big L boasting about his rap skills and production qualities


"We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"
Lines from the movie 'New Jack City' used to intimidate and assert dominance


Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
Establishing Bun B as the rapper and DJ Premier as the producer, while South's rap scene is being represented with pride


And what can fuck wit this? I take shots and don't fuckin miss First on your baby mama bucket list You on some sucka shit, might as well suck a dick 'Cause you bein a bitch just for the fuck of it
Asserting dominance over rivals and telling them to man up


And when I fuckin' spit, niggaz get to tuckin' shit Tryna duck down wherever they can fuckin' get They better ask somebody 'Fore I have big truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch!
Warning others to stay out of trouble and to respect the authority and power of Bun B and his crew


Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game Now I'm resurrectin' a real nigga campaign
Being skilled in lyricism, gun fighting, and street knowledge without losing authenticity and honesty


Fake ass niggaz, we snatch 'em out the damn rain Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang Bang! Now that's what happen when the trigger blow
Telling others that fake people will be exposed, robbed, and hurt when crossing the wrong people


Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
Repeating the same lines to emphasize the superior quality of Southern hip hop


You not built up I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked 'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' scared to POP You ain't a gangsta, you need to stop
Exposing those who pretend to be tough and violent, but are actually cowards


I'm a type of nigga pull up at a evening spot Squeeze and pop niggaz 'til they weave and drop, ock! You the type that gotta call in the goons I come one deep, strapped like an army platoon
Showing confidence in one's own fighting ability and mocking those who rely on others and hide behind them


When I get to (Gladiatin') on haters like Leonidas Niggaz gonna have to admit that he the tightest You talk a big game mayne, but mine's bigger bro
Comparing oneself to legendary fighters and leaders, and claiming superiority in terms of skills and accomplishments


The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that? And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game
Boasting about the South's strength and talent, and daring others to challenge them


Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike mayne Big dough, big flow, big fight game Take you out the zone, put you in the right frame
Drawing analogies between famous athletes and oneself, and highlighting the importance of being in the right mindset and motivation to succeed


We got it locked like a figure-fo' Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know!
Being confident and ready to face any challenge, and asking DJ Premier to keep the beat going


Bitch! ... Threw ya hoe-ass around while real niggaz come down Hah! Yeaaah! ... Love you, boy Real rap shit, real nigga shit We gone!
Using derogatory language to denigrate rivals and celebrate one's own success, and showing camaraderie and respect for DJ Premier




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: BERNARD FREEMAN, JUAN SALINAS, OSCAR SALINAS, STAYVE THOMAS

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