Ride Out

Gentlemen, start your engines
Uh, yeah, woo

You don't know a nigga raw like me
I'm in my own world like my nigga Luke to the D-U-C
You see P come through in that new I-G three-five coupe
What they say Luke?

We ballin', ballin', ballin'
Went from hustlin' blocks to big shot callin'
Now we wildin', brome and ballin'
Luke Duke he got ya, chop it, ballin'

You see I ball like the pros
Only two things I'm throwing back is my clothes
And them legs on them hoes, you give head I suppose
You could spend an extra night
But girl, only 'cause the sex is right
Now check, furthest you been is Delray Beach
I'm in that yellow S7 with the airplane seats
Out in Cali, tearing up the freeway
Think it was a Tuesday
Riding, rocking that new school phase
From the bikes to the cars to the trucks
Catch a bite, play the bar then we fucked
Oh, act like y'all don't know
What that big body do to them hoes, nigga ride out

Put your keys in the ignition and (Ride out!)
Seats back, you in position to (Ride out!)
Let your window down (What?)
Turn that bass up (What?)
Let the top back (What?)
Tear the place up
Put your keys in the ignition and (Ride out!)
Seats back, you in position to (Ride out!)
Let your window down (What?)
Turn that bass up (What?)
Let the top back (What?)
Tear the place up

Yeah, opa-locka mil, show you how to do it
Hit the ignition from a mile out
Air conditioned stereo system hitting heavy as I mash out
Riding dirty, taking escape routes
Sipping bourbon on nerves
Swerving them curves like I'm on Space Mountain
Heavy Chevy sitting low, under the hood it's loaded
I put the pink slip up, this Indy Chevy rolling
Five hundred and fifty ponies, headers and cams grinding
Click the nitro bottles and leave your brakes lonely
I'm road raging, one-fifty in the fast lane
Master blazer, smoking out with the high OG
I got my nina peeler, she's a Desert Eagle
Best friend, busting at the sevens whenever needed
Mr. Stay True but you can't catch me
Call you black cock, you still can't touch me
Gangsta gangsta, stunner game breezy
Got the game sewn up, you haters can't touch me

Put your keys in the ignition and (Ride out!)
Seats back, you in position to (Ride out!)
Let your window down (What?)
Turn that bass up (What?)
Let the top back (What?)
Tear the place up
Put your keys in the ignition and (Ride out!)
Seats back, you in position to (Ride out!)
Let your window down (What?)
Turn that bass up (What?)
Let the top back (What?)
Tear the place up

Yeah, let's ride, uh
Ladies wanna see the low and hearts spin like windmills
Ice work over the shooting shirt, nice pinwheel
A mean Celtics, pardon if I seem selfish
I'm the dot man, icon hot man
So reflow with the Merlot sipper
Sip out of Jacuzzi pools in Gucci slippers
Movies usually hit us, we don't ask names
We just call 'em all Karen 'cause that we ain't
Wait, unless they cutting like Pastor Troy
You see the cuts in my ear? I'm such a flashy boy
I got a fast car, you my Tracy Chapman
I don't wanna make it obvious you chasing rappers
But, get your ass on in
So we can cruise through the streets at a low altitude
And when I pull up on them toys
Shorty be like Drew Barrymore, love riding in cars with boys
Buckle up

Put your keys in the ignition and (Ride out!)
Seats back, you in position to (Ride out!)
Let your window down (What?)
Turn that bass up (What?)
Let the top back (What?)
Tear the place up
Put your keys in the ignition and (Ride out!)
Seats back, you in position to (Ride out!)
Let your window down (What?)
Turn that bass up (What?)
Let the top back (What?)
Tear the place up