Ride
J.Y. Lyrics
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Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Sho nuff
Let's ride, let's ride
I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer
Full of herb
And this killer ass reefer got a nigga feeling swozy
And I see my niggas, and the smoking real good
So show a nigga love, what up kinfolk
And while you at my nigga, won't you past the dope
You know a nigga has to choke
Of killer both for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat
So playa won't you ride with me
We can get quizzer in the front of my drop top Caddy
With my heat just ready to skeet
So playa please don't drop no fire on my feet
But it's all good, cause it's much love
And I got my mind twisted off kind bud
I'm screaming out Dirty thug
Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz
So tell me what it was
What it be like
Mr. G living up to this gangster life
And it's got me on a flight higher than a kite
And my eyes real low so I have no sight
I'm feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky
Way past cloud number nine
Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce
Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a dime
Everything looking fine in the Gump city
Girls walk around short skirts on looking pretty
You can tell the thugs from the sedity
All the high-class girls always acting nitty
But showing no pity, in the land
Of blunt passing
Niggas be everlasting
Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed
Until I'm dead and gone off in my casket
Now take a trip in my 'Lac with me
We can patch in
You can go half on a sack with me
We can find a freaky slut to beat
And if it come down to it
We can bust our heat in the street
See, it don't really matter
Long as I'm down for you
And you down for me
We can ride together, forever
Rolling through the streets of the G-you-M-P
It ain't nothing like riding the track, rocking the show
Making the crowd get hype, letting them know
Is you ready to wild out, I'm bout to flow
Got you peeping the style out, as I go
Now should I drop the game on them hoes
Now do you really understand
How the pimp game goes
It's all about money and hoes
Keep us in it, with your mind froze
And slamming Cadillac doors
Now I'm a ride on the track
Giving you something that you can feel
Better buckle up before you go, haters hit the door
Cause we be hitting you with the skills
Don't give up before you flow, I'm a let you know
That my adrenaline assembling
That's enough to have a emcee trembling
Just give me the mic and them Frank Benjamin's
And call the paramedic, I'm about to injure men
Finish him, ain't many left to cope
Hearts stopped beating, listen to this stethoscope
So many emcees getting' left for broke
And try to make a comeback, shoulda kept the joke
Khao be the name, try dissin' me
Your history, your absence a mystery
Dried your game up like an antihistamine
Put that on Big Pimp and Mr. G
This'll be, something that people can ride to
Laid back, track cool like Rallo
Hit after hit we follow
Wanted to nibble and bit off way more than you can swallow
why'all must be drunk off the bottle
Hating on us, don't talk, bring yourself to me
I don't need nobody helping me
I'm about to lyrically burn a brother to the 12th degree
What why'all want to do now, huh
Humiliated, didn't know, Krumbsnatchaz affiliated
With Dirty, came up and really made it
All these cats want to be down with us
I really hate it, but illustrated, the picture
It takes skills to grab the mic
And keep it tight, some want, simplified:
Some had it, some got it
Some wish they did, and some don't
Now let me take you to the land where the riders see
Pardon me shorty
Let me introduce you to my pimp psychology
Let a young nigga hold if you down with a holla at me
Now follow me, to my '98 'Lac outside
Now is she ready to ride
Slip cover your eyes, it's a surprise
I'll be obliged if you slide where them Dirty boys hide
And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um)
Your pretty brown eyes
And I apologize if I came to hard
Trying to get between your, sugar brown thighs
You know the pimp hide
And it's 12 o'clock tonight
I got late night lust
We need to, bring a pen and pad
And keep count (keep count)
Of the nuts I bust (I bust)
I'm swerving, looking through my rearview nervous
While your head steady working
And your neck steady jerking
Up on your knees in my seat
And your lips steady slurping
I don't just kill a knob
And I know your mouth finna' throb
And baby if you could
Shine and rob with your tongue
Like old Inga Shywood (Shywood), situation all good
I love the way you got straight to it
And plus I love the way you do it
I wouldn't take nothing from you
Girl you's a true headhunter
Booger-lips turner
You must have got it from you mother
Now look up in the sky, it's a pimp in the air
So freaky bitches better beware
I got your mind, mega blown
With the game that I spit
And keep them freaky bitches horny as hell
The song Ride by J.Y. is all about the experience of driving, smoking weed, and hanging out with friends. The first verse sets the tone for the song, with the singer describing himself as an "Everyday Chiefer" who is full of weed and feeling "swozy". He's driving around his neighborhood and hanging out with his friends, smoking some "killer" weed and enjoying the vibe.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the importance of having a good time while driving around with friends. The singer encourages his audience to "ride" with him, and he promises that they'll have a good time together. The song also touches on themes of loyalty and trust, as the singer asks his listeners to "buckle up" and trust him to lead them on a fun journey.
The second verse of the song delves deeper into the singer's experiences with women, as he boasts about his ability to charm and seduce women. He describes a sexual encounter where he drives around with a woman and enjoys oral sex while they cruise the streets. The song ends with a final chorus, once again emphasizing the joy and camaraderie that comes with driving around with friends and enjoying the ride.
Line by Line Meaning
Umm, yes, yes, yes, why'all
Listen up, everyone
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Let's go on a journey together
Sho nuff
Definitely, for sure
I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer
I'm someone who smokes marijuana every day
Full of herb
Completely filled with marijuana
And this killer ass reefer got a nigga feeling swozy
This extremely potent marijuana is making me feel dizzy
I'm slowly, creepin' up through the hood
I'm quietly making my way through the neighborhood
And I see my niggas, and they smoking real good
And I see my friends, and they are smoking high-quality marijuana
So show a nigga love, what up kinfolk
So show me love, what's going on, family
And while you at my nigga, won't you past the dope
And while you're here, my friend, can you pass me the marijuana
You know a nigga has to choke
You know I have to smoke
Of killer both for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat
Of this potent marijuana, I have the smoke flowing into my throat
So playa won't you ride with me
So, friend, would you join me on this journey
We can get quizzer in the front of my drop top Caddy
We can have fun in the front seats of my convertible Cadillac
With my heat just ready to skeet
With my gun ready to shoot
So playa please don't drop no fire on my feet
So, friend, please don't shoot at me
But it's all good, cause it's much love
But everything is fine because there's a lot of love
And I got my mind twisted off kind bud
And I have my mind altered from smoking high-quality marijuana
I'm screaming out Dirty thug
I proudly proclaim myself as a rugged and wild person
Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz
Drinking Cognac with a very strong effect
So tell me what it was
So, tell me what happened
What it be like
How is it
Mr. G living up to this gangster life
I, Mr. G, am fully embracing the lifestyle of a gangster
And it's got me on a flight higher than a kite
And it has me feeling extremely intoxicated
And my eyes real low so I have no sight
And my eyes are very red, so my vision is impaired
I'm feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky
I'm feeling really good as I continue to move through the world
Way past cloud number nine
Way beyond extreme happiness
Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce
Smoking marijuana constantly, smoking a large amount
Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a dime
Because I can't be satisfied with a small amount of marijuana
Everything looking fine in the Gump city
Everything is going well in Gump city (nickname for Montgomery, Alabama)
Girls walk around short skirts on looking pretty
Girls are walking around in attractive short skirts
You can tell the thugs from the sedity
You can distinguish the criminals from the high-class individuals
All the high-class girls always acting nitty
The high-class girls are always behaving promiscuously
But showing no pity, in the land
But they don't show any mercy, in this place
Of blunt passing
Of sharing marijuana joints
Niggas be everlasting
Criminals stay persistent
Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed
Where I, Mr. G, will smoke marijuana
Until I'm dead and gone off in my casket
Until I die and am buried in my coffin
Now take a trip in my 'Lac with me
Now come along for a ride in my Cadillac
We can patch in
We can connect
You can go half on a sack with me
You can split the cost of a bag of marijuana with me
We can find a freaky slut to beat
We can find a sexually promiscuous woman to have intercourse with
And if it come down to it
And if it becomes necessary
We can bust our heat in the street
We can use our guns in the street
See, it don't really matter
You see, it doesn't really matter
Long as I'm down for you
As long as I am there for you
And you down for me
And you are there for me
We can ride together, forever
We can go on this journey together, forever
Rolling through the streets of the G-you-M-P
Driving through the streets of the city of Montgomery, Alabama
It ain't nothing like riding the track, rocking the show
There's nothing better than performing on stage and entertaining the audience
Making the crowd get hype, letting them know
Getting the audience excited, making them aware
Is you ready to wild out, I'm bout to flow
Are you ready to go crazy, I'm about to rap
Got you peeping the style out, as I go
Got you observing and admiring my style as I perform
Now should I drop the game on them hoes
Now should I reveal the truth to these promiscuous women
Now do you really understand
Now do you truly comprehend
How the pimp game goes
How the game of exploiting women works
It's all about money and hoes
It's all about money and promiscuous women
Keep us in it, with your mind froze
Keeping us involved, making us oblivious
And slamming Cadillac doors
And shutting the doors of a Cadillac forcefully
Now I'm a ride on the track
Now I'm going to rap on the song
Giving you something that you can feel
Providing you with something that you can relate to
Better buckle up before you go, haters hit the door
You better prepare yourself before you leave, people who dislike us should leave
Cause we be hitting you with the skills
Because we are impressing you with our talents
Don't give up before you flow, I'm a let you know
Don't give up before you start rapping, I'm going to tell you
That my adrenaline assembling
That my excitement is building up
That's enough to have an emcee trembling
That's enough to make another rapper shake in fear
Just give me the mic and them Frank Benjamin's
Just give me the microphone and some money
And call the paramedic, I'm about to injure men
And call for medical help, I'm about to defeat my competition
Finish him, ain't many left to cope
Defeat him, there are not many left who can handle me
Hearts stopped beating, listen to this stethoscope
Their hearts stopped beating, listen to this metaphorical stethoscope
So many emcees getting' left for broke
So many rappers are getting financially ruined
And try to make a comeback, shoulda kept the joke
And they try to make a comeback, but they should have stayed as a joke
Khao be the name, try dissin' me
Khao is my name, try insulting me
Your history, your absence a mystery
You will be forgotten, your disappearance will be a mystery
Dried your game up like an antihistamine
Ruined your game like an antihistamine dries up a runny nose
Put that on Big Pimp and Mr. G
I swear on the names of Big Pimp and Mr. G
This'll be, something that people can ride to
This will be something that people can enjoy while driving
Laid back, track cool like Rallo
Relaxed and cool track, like Rallo (possibly a reference to Rallo from The Cleveland Show)
Hit after hit we follow
Continuously releasing successful music
Wanted to nibble and bit off way more than you can swallow
You wanted a taste but bit off more than you can handle
why'all must be drunk off the bottle
You all must be intoxicated from alcohol
Hating on us, don't talk, bring yourself to me
Expressing dislike towards us, don't just talk, confront me directly
I don't need nobody helping me
I don't need anyone's assistance
I'm about to lyrically burn a brother to the 12th degree
I'm about to completely destroy someone with my powerful lyrics
What why'all want to do now, huh
What do you all want to do now, huh
Humiliated, didn't know, Krumbsnatchaz affiliated
Embarrassed, unaware that Krumbsnatchaz (a rap group) is associated with me
With Dirty, came up and really made it
With Dirty (a music artist), rose to success and achieved our goals
All these cats want to be down with us
All these people want to be associated with us
I really hate it, but illustrated, the picture
I truly despise it, but I have clearly explained the situation
It takes skills to grab the mic
It requires talent to take control of the microphone
And keep it tight, some want, simplified:
And deliver a strong performance, some want it to be easy to understand:
Some had it, some got it
Some had the talent, some acquired it
Some wish they did, and some don't
Some wish they had it, and some don't
Now let me take you to the land where the riders see
Now let me take you to the place where the cool people reside
Pardon me shorty
Excuse me, young lady
Let me introduce you to my pimp psychology
Let me explain my mindset of exploiting women
Let a young nigga hold if you down with a holla at me
Let a young man take care of you if you are interested, call me
Now follow me, to my '98 'Lac outside
Now come with me to my 1998 Cadillac outside
Now is she ready to ride
Now, is she ready to go with us
Slip cover your eyes, it's a surprise
Cover your eyes quickly, it's a surprise
I'll be obliged if you slide where them Dirty boys hide
I would appreciate it if you join us where the members of Dirty (music artist) hang out
And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um)
And I was fascinated when a young player saw you
Your pretty brown eyes
Your beautiful brown eyes
And I apologize if I came to hard
And I apologize if I came on too strong
Trying to get between your, sugar brown thighs
Trying to be intimate with you, between your legs
You know the pimp hide
You know how the lifestyle of exploiting women works
And it's 12 o'clock tonight
And it's midnight tonight
I got late night lust
I have a strong desire for sexual activity late at night
We need to, bring a pen and pad
We should bring a notebook and pen
And keep count (keep count)
And keep track, keep count
Of the nuts I bust (I bust)
Of the times I ejaculate
I'm swerving, looking through my rearview nervous
I'm driving recklessly, looking nervously through my rearview mirror
While your head steady working
While you're giving me oral sex
And your neck steady jerking
And your head is moving quickly
Up on your knees in my seat
Kneeling in my seat
And your lips steady slurping
And your lips are making a sucking sound
I don't just kill a knob
I don't just have sexual intercourse
And I know your mouth finna' throb
And I know your mouth is going to hurt
And baby if you could
And baby if you would
Shine and rob with your tongue
Use your tongue skillfully
Like old Inga Shywood (Shywood), situation all good
Like the famous Inga Shywood, everything is fine
I love the way you got straight to it
I love the way you got directly into it
And plus I love the way you do it
And I also love the way you do it
I wouldn't take nothing from you
I wouldn't take anything away from you
Girl you's a true headhunter
Girl, you are very skilled in giving oral sex
Booger-lips turner
Someone who has the ability to turn their lips around like a booger
You must have got it from your mother
You must have inherited that skill from your mother
Now look up in the sky, it's a pimp in the air
Now look up in the sky, I'm a pimp floating
So freaky bitches better beware
So sexually adventurous women should be cautious
I got your mind, mega blown
I have completely blown your mind
With the game that I spit
With the rap lyrics that I deliver
And keep them freaky bitches horny as hell
And keep those sexually adventurous women extremely aroused
Lyrics © ACORN PUBLISHING , O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Peermusic Publishing, Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CRAIG ROBERT NICHOLLS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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