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Les paroles de Ryder Music:
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | The Massacre (2005) | | Titre: | Ryder Music | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 484 fois | | | | Paroles: | [Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew
[Verse 1]
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 fuck with these clown niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run laps
around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores,
Reebok start sore
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a
small hotel
The shit 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
niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make
blow move
[Chorus x2]
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]
[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked
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 shit "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 niggas will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch 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 fuckin' 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
[Chorus
x2]
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)
[Verse 3]
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 bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm
fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, 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 niggas the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em
sick when I say I'm the shit
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
[Chorus x2]
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) | | | |
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