Представляем точный текст композиции "Somethin To Ride To" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Too $hort . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Somethin To Ride To» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Too $hort передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Too $hort - "Somethin To Ride To"
Lyrics to Somethin To Ride To : [Ant Banks] Ahhhhhh shit - now let me warm it up I got the gin and juice and Im a poor em cup To get smooth in the mood that Im in So lets start riding till this mother fucker ends And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang On any young nigga with some ends A mobile phone and a drop top benz Take it from me, see, cause I know what its about Kick a big fat dick in a bitches mouth And keep riding, high siding, but dont front Nigga serve that shit, dont be no punk And while the niggaz keep jocking, I be scoping All the fine ass freaks of Oakland Thats where I reside, and where I always will be The city of killers, dope dealers and still we Chill like players, and act like pimps Mack all hoes and slap all simps The big badass, Im from the Dangerous Crew I just hang with the gang like its the thang to do Now motherfuckers cant face the facts that Im doing this Rapping and producing and they cant even ruin this See everybody knows the Banksta The big dick gangsta whos fucking with dank and clocking the bank And Im a get mine in the 9 Os I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes Im pulling up right beside you Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to [Pooh Man] Now heres some shit for you to ride to punk Fifteens slammin hard in my god damn trunk From tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth Young players ride the foothill strip They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, Vettes Five 60 Benzos with Ferrari kits They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch Top let down on the coke white drop I love my high schools cuties, muscle bound booties Pools a hoes so you know I had to do my duties I got to have it like a rabbit, fuck her like a champ I tell you nigga Im a pro with these high school tramps They say young minds, make good times See Im a player so let me give an O 9 Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette She wanna ride punk bitch you can ride my dick Now Shawnetta, Shawnda, an Rida too Now heres a shot to the whole slug crew Talk bad punk bitch but its always Pooh Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to [Goldy] Push in my deck, put in the key and start the engine Cause I aint joking, tired of smoking donuts while Im spinning A tight high performance engine with the duals and cams fuck a spare tire in my trunk, its boom, that slams Cause Im a young brotha like to burn rubber yo, get in and out of lanes I pump that ride in your bumper so ya change Then I take a pit stop, exterior/interior whipped up They wax me, then they buff me, niggaz dont love me now Im tipped out Now Im coming fresh from the detail shop Going to the lee-male spots, looking for the female cock I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat Went to the curb, when I saw the ass of a dark freak So I pulled up slamming $hort Dawg I said "Hey", she said (*snort*), I said, "Damn a fuckin warthog!" So I smashed out doing 90 Covered her ass up with the smoke I left behind me The medley steadily flowed in my ears like oxygen Too $hort, the Pooh, and the Banks, got the hoes on our jocks again Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big titties Thats potent, but all I got is cheese for a rodent Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing Picking up my young cock for some cool tossing Defamation of character, racially slandering But all Im ever guilty of is pimping and pandering So please let me go officer Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her I make like al, tune, crank the vol-ume, and dash Hit the freeway cause I cant play when I got some ass Respect a player and an O G thats what they told me Mhisani nickname Goldy, spittin shit to ride to [Too $hort] Now I come from the mother fucking eastside So shut the fuck up bitch and just ride Im Short Dogg, hoe you cant front me Since my very first album I was funky Bitches start seeing them dollar signs Even though I wouldnt give a broke bitch one dime Its kind of funny, they want money from a pimp Bitch, you couldnt get 50 cents I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the rest I know the game hoe, and Im a vet Playing broads aint based on love You want my money, I wanna fuck And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap Beyotch!! Kiss my pimping ass Cause all the time I didnt have this cash Wouldnt call, wouldnt give me your number I couldnt see ya like Stevie Wonder I made a hit record, now I got money You wanna play $hort Dogg for a dummy But I come from the mother fucking eastside You suck my dick so I let the fake bitch ride Dangerous music is on the mike And like Banks always say, "This shit is tight" [- unknown voice -] Now thats some shit I ride Pop that in the K-5 and go, buuuut I got my partner Ant Banks sittin on something real phat I got my partner Short, sittin on the hood of a Cadillac I got eveybody rolling I got Kool-Aid, he aint spilling and he aint trippin I got Ol T B with his big ol fat ass, I got everybody I got ', but he aint got no skin on his dick cause he fuck too much I got ah, I got Ol Dirty Arm but that my partna though cause hes super clean, super side, super everything I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dred, but that aint whats happening I got a, shit who else I got, I got I got Face, Pooh, thats my partna Hell look through a broad his face so big I got ah, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Linus; he kind of filthy But thats my partna though, I aint going to talk bad I aint going to talk bad No I aint going to rank out Oh Kitty Wing, thats my partna Peppermint Patty I aint going to talk about him I aint going to talk about Huh cause he might beat me up send the block out on me I dont want the block to through on me Oh Too Clean (*barking sounds*) We got ah, we got Hist Dancers (what about Chris Hicks baby') Chris Hicks thats my that my Steven Seagal, he living lavish Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on The Tin Man Mo, thats Pah prince of Darkness, thats my dark partna My counter, thats my darkside Who else we got, who else we got We got foothill, oh I didnt get Clim, his teeth glow in the dark [ Somethin To Ride To Lyrics ]
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