Something 2 Ride 2

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]

This is a lil' something to ride to

Kick back and just catch a vibe to

I'd pop me a pill

I'd drink me another drink, if I was you

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

I got the flyest arsenal

Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal

I'm ape and shit, I'm on my gorilla thing-thing

Me and Preem, you can call us the guillotine team

We chop off heads, pop off lead

If it pops off, we spending that rockstar bread

We doing numbers like the box office

Nigga, you ain't tryna box, 'den stop talking

I got niggas from Watts to Boston

From New York to the Chi to Austin

So even if my eyes is off you, other eyes is on you

That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on you—boom!

It's gasoline in my tongue

Patrón in my kidneys, weed in my lungs

Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm

Ears ringing, my animal alarm

My mind is on Hannibal Lec', the man to respect

I'm taking your life 'less you hand me a check

[Hook: Phonte]

I've been around, seen some things

Sexed a lot of girls

I did my time, but in my mind

I'm still thinking it's my world

[Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte]

(Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit

I'm the truest, shit

(Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick

And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]

Reigning king of the boom-bap

Bomb strapped to my chest, asking, "Where your goons at?"

I'm old school like a StarTAC

On a voyage like Star Trek; me unemployed is far-fetched

I'm hot, I got the corduroy flow

You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show (Ha)

I book niggas for shows and put niggas in comas

So I hope that you niggas is roamers

'Cause my niggas is riders like Winona

But we just tryna have a good time like Willona

I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner

As far away as Estonia

I'm a sucker for a good sucking

So tell your bitch that it's best if she invest in where this good luck in

Mami, would you rather fly over niggas heads?

Or keep your ass in the hood, ducking?

[Hook: Phonte]

I've been around, seen some things

Sexed a lot of girls

I did my time, but in my mind

I'm still thinking it's my world

[Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte]

(Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit

I'm the truest, shit

(Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick

And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]

Pardon my French, talk English

Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers

That's why Preem is the head-nod king (King)

My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing (Ha)

Street Hop is the culture

I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster

I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, the quips sickening

And my necklace is glistening, it's expensive

So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes

(Why?) 'Cause my pencil is priceless (Woo)

So what you running for? Nigga, I'm coming for you

If I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore (Ha)

True, and I'm lawless packing

I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa!

After "Boom," this afternoon

It's night-night when me and Preem come back for more

[Hook: Phonte]

I've been around, seen some things

Sexed a lot of girls

I did my time, but in my mind

I'm still thinking it's my world

[Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte]

(Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit

I'm the truest, shit

(Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick

And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

[Outro: Royce da 5'9"]

This is a lil' something to ride to

Kick back and just catch a vibe to

I'd pop me a pill

I'd drink me another drink, if I was you