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Check (Let's Ride) [Chorus: Repeat 2x] I got my converse check, my pistol check my vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck the respect come first then the money and the power we got more cake to make let's ride [Verse 1] They thought I'd be another one hit wonder until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big Hummer you know I'm a big stunna just like Baby fool brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-baby blue Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make you thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state you got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up Uh, the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props we hate cops (why) cause everyday we get stopped for ridin spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me you try to jack me for my 'Lac they gon'miss you homey [Chorus] (talking) Yo Will-Lean let's roll man (Let's ride) we gotta go homey (Let's ride) you know how we do it though (Let's ride) (tires screech) [Verse 2] Uh I'm too street go pop-but I pop heat in the street I'm not braggin, G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest look I hope you potty-trained cause the tech'll leave you wet let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot fifty weeks on the Billboard dogg I'm too hot but when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin ten years and gunnin just like M.O.P fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain't shit for free I get that big bread, I'm making big chips you get killed at the beginnin I get them big strips [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll I don't need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it you know I drop hits every time I spitt fire whoever told you I ain't ballin-a damn lier [Chorus] [talking] Haha let's ride you know I make the music you can ride to, get high to, get fly to yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggaz I make that shit you can ride-or-die to holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem red spider on the B-we gettin cheddar now we on another level now haha
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