All aboard! Hahaha, foo, ain’t nothing but a G ride.

Big Moe -
(Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah)
(nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!)
(nothing like that G riiide, yeah, oooh yeah!)

Up, early, to wash my face
Probation was the place,
Before I blow out tha door, vibration on my waist,
Now that’s my fool, what’s the rule?
Go to jail if I miss?
I might as well post bail, cuz ima fail If I piss.
I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows.
I got that indo, some gin hoe,
So I’m gonna spin vogues. (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah)
And blowin’, while this pimp game is steady showin,
Sun beamin and screamin, while these slim things is strollin.
High shinin green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk,
Im cracking the ground in, these poundin’ four 15’s in my trunk,
Cuz ima baller til I die, I think I’ll call her cuz im high, (cuz im high)
Late night hype so tight, these suckas be goin’ down, I can’t lie,
But I’m right about now, dem hoes is gone so it’s on,
Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone. (the zone)
Cuz I got tha automatic fo’ the static inside,

I’m getting fried and high, (im getting fried, baby)
Mothafucka, it’s nothing but a g ride.

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I hit a, curb, swiggity swerve, see u fiendin’ fo’ it,
Folks scream, “it’s smoke!” sun beamin’ locs,
But I let the top down, I can’t stop now,
15’s bang, about to knock the block down.
U wanna see the E? then ima hit cha,
The mack 11 hit cha, while the rotweiler bit cha.
(??) devils do drop, with a new glock,
It’s a red, not a blue dot, slowed-out Tupac.
Fingerprints and dirty sheets (who now, goooo down? yeah) on the first day,
Celebrate my birthday, in tha worst way.
I’m on lock, no block, no boys on my block,
The dope case in my face, the fence was too high to hop.
The matchbox of rocks, now crooked cops can’t stop, (nothing but that G ride, baby)
Lord, help a young nigga make it to his next box.
Smoking a sweet, poking at freaks got me weak inside, (oh baby!)
Locked up for 18 months, but I ain’t crunk,
It’s nothing but a G ride.

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