Ridin (Remix)-Bun B/Obscene/*** C/Mike Jones

Ridin (Remix) - Bun B [** feat. Slim Thug & Play-N-Skillz:] [Intro: {*Chopped and Screwed Voice (echo)}] Hold up mayne* I know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin to come through with somethin For the slab You must be crazy ni**a You know we come down, this Texas ni**a That's off the top ho Hold up, that some sh*t that'll shake the sidewalk right there Dang, you pop this trunk Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz) Beat 'em down right quick mayne [Chorus: ~Play-N-Skillz (Bun B) - w/ ad libs~] I'm ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.) I'm ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my sh*t together) I'm ridin fo's (I'm doin dirty while I'm "Ridin' Dirty") I'm ridin slow (Sittin on buck and I don't give a f**k, so b**ch, what's up?) Beep, beep, so they can see when I'm rollin through the hood Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I'm livin good (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain) I'm ridin slow [Verse 1 - Bun B] Texas, land of the swang (swang), where boys pop trunk and bang (bang) Come down in a candy thang, hittin that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang Hit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick) Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick) Burn that purp inside of the 'gar With a bad a** b**ch inside of the car (car) C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C (C) B to the U to the N to the B, reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T) I'm a dirty South representer, summertime, spring to the fall to the winter O.G. in the game, no beginner, don't take a loss (loss), get with a winner Lobsters on my plate for dinner (dinner) And your b**ch is the midnight snack (snack) Break her off when I'm layin up in her (in her) When I'm done I'm a send her right back (back) Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist), grip that grain when I close this fist Diamonds up against the wood in the hood and I can't be missed [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 2 - Slim Thug] Huh, huh, huh I'm ridin slow, eyes slow, from what I smoke and po' If you ain't smokin 'dro, then what the f**k you smokin fo'? With my deposit Thug about to give the world a show (huh) You know the truck gon' glow (glow), you know them screens gon' show (show) You know the fifth gon' fall (fall), you know them fo's gon' crawl (cheah) You know that Texas got to show y'all how we like to ball (huh) My trunk knockin, got 'em watchin like I'm on a stage (I know you see me) Them four fifteens sound like lions bustin out a cage I'm gettin paid, been ridin clean since the 'leventh grade No more braids now, I'm razor on my taper-fade (yeah) I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed Now when I park where it's dark, you can't see the shade (huh) [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Man, there's a road through the city Leather so soft (soft), paint so pretty Wheels so shiny, rims so new When I hit your hood (hood), what you gon' do? (gon' do) Fall back and break bread with a G though (G though) Might come down, not like me though (me through) Underdog like To' and Beedo (Beedo) Big cheese on me like a Cheeto (Cheeto) Ooh wee though, i'm the throwdest (throwdest) But I guess you already know this J's the freshest, chain the coldest Hard to miss (miss), easy to notice Watch me to show this, easy as pie Bad a** broad, easy on the eye I'm so clean and she's so fly Man we so player and that's no lie When we come through (through), pass on by If you gon' hate, take your a** on by Sittin on top of the world So really don't need nobody to crash my high (my high) On buck with the stitch and tuck (tuck) These boys know I'm not givin a f**k (f**k) Try to step and get stuck So don't press your luck, what's up? [Chorus - w/ ad libs] I'm ridin slow ... I'm ridin slow ...