How U Ridin-Webbie

　　　 Artist：webbie Songs Title：how u ridin Trill Fam. Young Savage you can catch me (catch me) Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee) With two crucial a** hoes yea that＇s me (that＇s me) Look at him his eyes closed he ain＇t even sleep Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin＇ too much d**e in here Ni**a slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp Y＇all want that savage sh*t (savage sh*t) I gotta represent Y＇all want some rider sh*t (rider sh*t) well here it is then How you ridin? Bad b**ch hair did nails feet too How you ridin? Leather seats TV＇s with the beat too How you ridin? Gettin bent behind tint you can＇t see through And my rims way bigger than yours Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that Lac truck F**k it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass A Regal, a Monte whatever you thuggin＇ It＇s suped up, it＇s couped up, it fold down with great sound When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down That bad b**ch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring Or stuntin her a** off in that ＇05 her man bought How much your paint cost? Look like it just got rained on Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23＇s on Watchin the latest DVDs with the TV＇s on It＇s hot AC in winter can turn your heat on You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out You gon＇ let that tech pop out if that mess pop out How you ridin Want you ain＇t worried bout flossin You hollerin f**k what I＇m talking your sh*t better than walkin Expired stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it The 26＇s up on it and Boocu b**ches up on it What kina motor up in it think it can f**k with that Hemi I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your a** by a distance You ain＇t customly did it or oringally interior Your like them Westside niggaz＇ll sit that thang on them switches Them by 9＇s be tickin you broke the rearview mirrors But that＇s the 415 sh*t I run with the 412 I gotta ＇llac chrome grill on the factory rims Hoes piled up in here all on laps be still Cant wait to get to the room nimblin on my ear Y＇all gon＇ get it just chill let me control this wheel Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that I ain＇t even tryna swerve I just drive like that With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that Attitude like Trina and a a** that fat F**k it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac Gon get your shine on watch what I＇m gon＇ snatch I don＇t know but off the top I＇m spendin 85 stacks With them cozy a** seats that massage my back Jacksonville, Mississippi A-Town y＇all niggaz wit me They talk funny but them boys makin money in New York City Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin Greg Street what＇s happenin to they love that Gangsta Musik If you gon＇ do it then do it from the Benzes to Buicks Let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it Y＇all niggaz is clueless don＇t you worry bout Trill This another hit for y＇all stupid clowns to steal Gametime