Ride (Down South)

[Intro: MJG]

Let's get it hype, nigga

Let's get it crump

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: 8Ball]

Pass me then Swisher Streets, let's get it in crump

If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump

Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly

Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready

Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with

I run with suave, always packin' somethin' to kill with

Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle

Go down in history, paper taller than Bill Russell

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement

Choppin boys up, on some puttin it in they face shit

Eightball, F-A-T-M-A-C-K, known for layin' it down

And doin' shit the playa way

Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret

Space-age pimpin' means I don't do shit free

Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me

Yours truely, signed Eightball and MJG

[Chorus: MJG]

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?

All my money making bitches if you ride with me

I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

[Post-Chorus: MJG]

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

Now where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]

I ain't new to this

Damn nice bitch thats true to this

Money ain't never been a thing to me

Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)

Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect

Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv

Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff

And no dough? I don't fuck 'em

Fuck I'mma fake for?

Make mine's, I'mma take yours

Cause I'm no nigga like love before

Make bitch scream like "Gimme some more"

If a nigga broke, what'd you fucked him for?

Waiste of time, it's like we playettes minds

Don't stop, get it get it

Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro

Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas

They gon' pimp if you let 'em

From NY to the dirty south

And them bitches dime tight

I got my mind right

And my ice got the shine right

And if it don't blind bitches

When them lights hit the wrist?

You won't be stickin' shit

You be lickin' this

[Chorus: MJG]

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?

All my money making bitches if you ride with me

I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

[Post-Chorus: MJG]

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

Now where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Verse 3: MJG]

I'm the pimp motherfucker baby!

Ice cold, stories so high

I pimp the whole village twice

So tight fold crease right on the president's nose

Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henny and buckstrum

Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose

Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those

Pros, slam those

Game tied tight like bows, we never close

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four

Hand chose bitches a la mode, gettin' sold

Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed

Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl

Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old

Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go

Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros

We're pushin' hoes

Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll

MJG is in control

[Chorus: MJG]

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?

All my money making bitches if you ride with me

I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

[Post-Chorus: MJG]

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

Now where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Verse 4: Juvenile]

Peep dis, you them boys need to slow down

Up in the mornin' in court, it's 'bout to go down

There's no remorse now, better expose rounds

Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found

Juvenile's my name, bitch

I represent it to the end, the same shit

Niggas don't be wearin suits on these blocks

All you is is your boys in Reeboks

A thin hat to the back with a strap too

Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to

If you feel the same my nigga, you's a hot boy

Blocka, blocka, blocka

Better get off the block boy

Call the cops boy, your mama and pops boy

Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy

You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha

You in a cell block ha, cause you too hot ha

[Chorus: MJG]

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?

All my money making bitches if you ride with me

I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

[Post-Chorus: MJG]

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

Now where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Bridge: Too $hort]

Where the real ones at? Beyotch...

Oh, you know how we feel

About all you wannabe ass ghetto superstars

Wanna-be-like-me ass niggas

Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches

I give a fuck about your intermureal status motherfucker

You ain't nobody

We ben doin' this, been doin' this shit

We go way back with this baby

Talkin' about this real shit on the motherfuckin' microphone

Pimps and hoes gettin' money

Motherfuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit

Nigga ridin' on twenty's and shit

Nigga what you got?

Brand new-assed nigga

You don't know nothin' 'bout this game, come on!

[Chorus: MJG]

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?

All my money making bitches if you ride with me

I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

[Post-Chorus: MJG]

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

Now where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on