CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ride Thru The City
This King Lil G, tattoo’d guns in this b*t*h
Know I’m talkin’ bout?
Bozo what up?
I want it all, the baddest b*t*hes
Went from rags to riches
Starving we were broke as f**k
But f**k it we was with the business
Writing on the wall
Walking to the corner store
Tell me what you bang
Introduce you to that .44
What it is it’s hitting for
I’m a need eleven more
Your homie started tripping
Now he slipping in that bloody floor
I been trying to tell you what being a boss is all about
Watch the individual homie cause they be falling out
What it’s like to be Mexican making millions
Tell me what it’s like to be driving ‘round with no ceilings
I wanna motivate all thеse youngsters and all they siblings
Causе sh*t get real as f**k when you witness one of these killings
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
And all these b*t*hes I’m taking ‘em with me
And all your b*t*hes I’m taking ‘em with me
I’m putting down this bible
As I’m picking up this rifle
How can you stay humble when these suckas wanna touch you?
I carry on this promise
I will kill you for my dog
When I pray to god
Let him know I want it all
I took the biggest loss when you left me in the halls
The day my father died I was sitting behind bars
Now I send cars with no loan I paid ‘em off
These muthaf**kas soft, ain’t nobody taking off
You gotta pose with guns in them pictures you a fraud
They know that I’m strapped, I ain’t gotta show ‘em off
Baby looking at me like she wanna take ‘em off
b*t*h I’m a don in these streets
What you thought?
(What you thought?)
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
And all these b*t*hes I’m taking ‘em with me
And all your b*t*hes I’m taking ‘em with me
I won’t tell you how I love you, I’m a show you
I won’t tell you I’m a be there, I’m a hold you
I won’t tell you I’m a killer, I’m a show you
I’m losing up this pistol and I’m a show you muthaf**ka
Know I’m talkin’ bout?
Bozo what up?
I want it all, the baddest b*t*hes
Went from rags to riches
Starving we were broke as f**k
But f**k it we was with the business
Writing on the wall
Walking to the corner store
Tell me what you bang
Introduce you to that .44
What it is it’s hitting for
I’m a need eleven more
Your homie started tripping
Now he slipping in that bloody floor
I been trying to tell you what being a boss is all about
Watch the individual homie cause they be falling out
What it’s like to be Mexican making millions
Tell me what it’s like to be driving ‘round with no ceilings
I wanna motivate all thеse youngsters and all they siblings
Causе sh*t get real as f**k when you witness one of these killings
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
And all these b*t*hes I’m taking ‘em with me
And all your b*t*hes I’m taking ‘em with me
I’m putting down this bible
As I’m picking up this rifle
How can you stay humble when these suckas wanna touch you?
I carry on this promise
I will kill you for my dog
When I pray to god
Let him know I want it all
I took the biggest loss when you left me in the halls
The day my father died I was sitting behind bars
Now I send cars with no loan I paid ‘em off
These muthaf**kas soft, ain’t nobody taking off
You gotta pose with guns in them pictures you a fraud
They know that I’m strapped, I ain’t gotta show ‘em off
Baby looking at me like she wanna take ‘em off
b*t*h I’m a don in these streets
What you thought?
(What you thought?)
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
Me and my dog we gon’ ride through the city
And all these b*t*hes I’m taking ‘em with me
And all your b*t*hes I’m taking ‘em with me
I won’t tell you how I love you, I’m a show you
I won’t tell you I’m a be there, I’m a hold you
I won’t tell you I’m a killer, I’m a show you
I’m losing up this pistol and I’m a show you muthaf**ka
