Ridin' Round

Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley Ridin' with my semi, and the clip ready to empty Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley Ridin' with my bitch and ya bitch, Heather and Tiffany Ridin through the city every day goddamn PETA on my ass cuz I'm whippin the Lamb I don't even know what the f*ck I be sayin Super Sayayin boy why you still playin I just know that I'm too damn fresh Gold on my neck shit cost a couple checks Why you wearing Nike? isn't you Czech? Hollup, gimme sec, let me go, let me check Figaro links, passed the figaro check What the f*ck that mean? Boy what you mean what I mean? Huh? That's a figaro neck Slap yo ass into next week Sumn say? Better keep keep I don't wanna hear no squeak squeak Fuckin' with the rats, gon get fleas Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley Ridin' with my semi, and the clip ready to empty Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley Ridin' with my bitch and ya bitch, Heather and Tiffany Cruising down a pothole Tell that hoe, "stop, hoe" Pull up in the tahoe, yeah Tell that hoe, top mo Stop at the gas station Told that bitch, top off I don't even know, I'll shoot ya head off with the red dot, that's a top off You in that drop top I'm Lee Harvey Oswald Off the wall with the Vans on me, clean you up like mop mop Can't forget the wall wall Clean that shit up too Can't forget ya shoes Sell em to some neighborhood Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley Ridin' with my semi, and the clip ready to empty Ridin' round the city, you can catch me in my Bentley Ridin' with my bitch and ya bitch, Heather and Tiffany