You might catch me barbing my head,
but you will not catch me jazz
You might catch me getting to the brawl,
but you will not catch me romancing
One of the finest MC's I'll let you text it from the south
When everyday one of my people lays down in the house
Yeah, it's a lot of player haters dip boxin'
They don't wanna see me squeezing it until the empty clips dropping
So accurate with my aim,
you best repent for your sin
My gun cocking,
it's a reminder that your life is at a tin
I don't wanna hurt nobody I will not
*** it before we throw in your body
Don't spit out spit,
I don't be rapping about smacking fellas C.D.C.D.
I'ma really lay my hands on somebody For getting MC's real life
Real life's excluded from society,
but this is still life
It's time to go from thinking about it to definitely a real,
real life
I've made myself a being a position to give and give life
I ride all day, ride all night
Can't forget the killer,
got me budget,
keep my head right
Name me,
name me,
name me,
bring that and bitch me my life
C-Volt,
Cookie,
King of the ghetto,
these are real,
real
I ride all day,
ride all night Can't forget the killer,
got me budget,
keep my head right
Got my name,
name me,
name me,
bring that and bitch me my life
C-Volt and Cookie from Mosley North,
these are real,
real
I ride all day,
just me and the fat stack In case I'm
spotted by Jack cause I got my black backpack
Give me,
give me,
give me the half your hat in it I
just need a whole lot of lean meat on
Donuts,
donuts,
that neck really dripping Pain on the street,
I'm getting paid Every time I put my pain on the beat Sit on top of
22 inches glassed up Ain't nothing like that fast buzz How I keep it,
push weed in the fall
These bread ain't on the street,
I'm getting paid Every time I put my pain on the beat Sit on top of
22 inches glassed up Ain't nothing like that fast buzz How I keep it,
push weed in the fall These bread stones tend to act so soft Looks
like a brother can't get no love when it's done low Me and my brother,
we do the best that we can Tryna give y'all the world,
but all we got is two hands Tell me where the hustler,
hustler get locked up
I ain't gonna let you lose,
I ain't gonna never die like Bo Flats I tell them to step,
that's why I roll so low Hell nah,
you can't get in with me cause I don't
need no help from the road to ride
Ride all day,
ride all night,
can't forget the killer Cali,
but you keep my heads light
And the crew that'll bitch me my head's light
C-Mobile,
K-B-T,
what we get on,
these are bread,
bread
Ride all day,
ride all night,
can't forget the killer Cali,
but you keep my heads light
And the crew that'll bitch me my head's light
C-Mobile,
K-B-T,
what we get on,
these are bread,
bread
Days,
days,
every time I ride by I'm shoutin' so
hard I can be spotted by the blind eye
Nah,
nah,
nah,
just,
just informin' y'all that I'm doin' rather well for rappin'
Although my clickers never made it,
made it,
made it,
but I,
but I got a lot of ice
A couple cars and a couple spots,
I don't wanna deal no more cause my payroll includes a couple cops
So am I ridin' dirty?
I think y'all already know,
I'm ridin' fast,
spot is a guarantee,
the law's gon' let me go
I'ma keep on rollin' around and rollin' up his goods He fall
in love with Moe City and he's no help holdin' up his notice
Runnin' back up one deep till I see my grades But I'm tryin' to
stick around long enough to see my daughter grown up and pay her side
I don't need nobody callin' Sandra or
Dorothy mad news about me and this bad mood
That's why I'ma hide behind the limousine pen,
bendin' corners with Penny Kush and Colleen gettin' bent
Ride all day,
ride all night,
ain't fuckin' with killer cabbie but to keep my head dry
Ain't got my necklace hangin' from that ass between my head,
so I ain't fuckin' with the king of the ghetto,
he's all about bread
Ride all day,
ride all night,
ain't fuckin' with killer cabbie but to keep my head dry
Ain't got my necklace hangin' from that ass between my head,
so I ain't fuckin' with the king of the ghetto,
he's all about bread