Ride On 4's-J Dawg

Ha-ha, H-Town say I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda Civic Hundred sack of that dro, got a G lifted And the way I work the grain, gotta be gifted Dipping, in and out of traffic swiftly Tipsy, off drank but no beers here I got a tre, and a twenty ounce root beer Muddy, like a motherf**king hog pen Banging Pac "Makaveli", play that number eight again Time go by, puffing on high I'm feeling too fly, and that ain't even high See I's a gangsta ni**a, I shoot or shank a ni**a But it's some'ing about them swangas, that'll change a ni**a Have you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger ni**a You shining harder than a b**ch, he don't blame you ni**a Who could blame you ni**a, you doing the damn thang Staying true to the game, you deserve to swang Behind that five percent, windows never go down Music never go down, my ni**a say slow down Keep driving, pass that dro Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's Hit your breaks homie, let the third light glow Swang open the do', let em smell the dro Naw we ain't capping, that there for them b**ches We grinding hard as f**k, and riding on our riches Sh*t the fam good, the kids good So why not grip wood through the hood ni**a, come on now Kush got me gone now, I don't smoke the stress I been blessed, so if it's in the air it's the best And if it's in my cup, it's that purple Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a circle No destination, ni**a just riding Big mothership gliding, motor on siding That's what it is, what could be better Send a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters To my niggaz in the Penn, I'm a hold you down Show the whole unit, how we do in H-Town ni**a yeah I'm rolling on 4's, with the windows closed Dro smoke up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows Playafali on my toes, gotta show the world I'm having change So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them thangs Hurting boys mayn, Thugga gotta represent I stay lit up, behind that five percent tint Stay bent on the daily, when I'm in the hood Shining like a superstar, when I grip the wood Pieced up smelling good, gotta stay fresh And show the world I'm blessed, everytime my voice up in your deck Wreck the mic, and I wreck on the 'vard Every season some'ing hard, coming out my garage I don't barred, H-Town repping till I'm dead From the Tre to the West, to my G's off the 'Stead Boys out here getting bread, and reaching our goals Behind tint with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's Yung world Here we ride on 4's Said we ride on 4's Blowin heavy dro wittha windows closed H-town ta the death 107 Hoova I swang ta ma left Trunk on tha bang Grippin wood grain Purp but no stains Houston texas we from tha hood mane Nawf till I die Cage ya on ma mind Ya baby doin good Helped ya momma out tha hood Damn ni**a ya missed Why ya gone like this