Nappy Roots - RideLyrics

Yeah, sometimes you just gotta ride I'm headed to Savannah, the sun rise there And somethin' tellin' me that I should be somewhere near I met somebody daughter, played in her water The lake was too salty and I'm not Cal Carver I was born hard in the paint where the stars hang out Just to find out that what they buy ain't bought And then I found me, stunt and go the same route I do this for the love, you can throw the fame out A tear still a tear, even when I change house And I am hip-hop, even when I claim south What'chu think we all look the same, game is bad Cause now we all fightin' for the same damn spot Go'on, do da "Stanky Leg" It's better than talkin' bout shootin' people in the head I'm headed out to Oakland, the sun lies there And somethin' tellin' me that I should be somewhere near Where we goin'? [Chorus] Ha Just like you thought it wasn't gon' bop Yup, it's how I know it wasn't gon' flop Sometimes you got to give it all you got Even though a few folk keep wishin' that you stop But after that, another classic we gon' drop And I ain't talkin' bout no fancy mansion or no yacht Just a quarter pound of pot on my forty acre lot Wit my Caddy coupe and drop, and a Range Rover spot I mean sport, sometimes I lose my train of thought But I'm back again and promise that every track is hot We gon' hit some traffic headed to the top So we gon' take another route and simply creep right past the cops And the haters man, they comin' for my spot But we don't have to talk, come on get it while it's hot Fresh out the skillet, never feel it or you're not We gon' verti-cal grille it, watch me sell it on the block [Chorus] The sun don't move, the earth don't stop The stars do drop, and they house foreclose Cars repo'ed, business get towed Probably be a friend and sell the story out the bowl Then they can't see theyself back in the hood Can't let they friends know they not doin good See you lay low, and focus on ya kids Hope somebody remember somethin' that ya did Yeah And if they did, then you gon' trip Grind for seven days a week, and then you watch it flip Legit is wicked clean, that's how it seems that the chips Gotta dig a little deep, you wanna see about the grit The grass gets mighty green by the fence Which side is the question? I'm headed that direction Knowledge is the weapon, and I use it for protection If you think I'm really slippin', then run up and learn ya lesson [Chorus]