
G Ride DJ Screw (Ft. Big Moe & E.S.G. (TX))
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ESG
All aboard! Haha, foo, ain’t nothing but a G ride
So, uh, pack ya bags, get your sweets and your zig-zags
Just jump in
[Big Moe]
(Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah)
(nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!)
(nothing like that G riiide, yeah, oooh yeah!)
[Verse 1: ESG]
Up, early, to wash my face
Probation was the place
Before I blow out tha door, vibration on my waist
Now that’s my fool, what’s the rule?
Go to jail if I miss?
I might as well post bail, cuz ima fail If I piss
I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows
I got that indo, some gin ho
So I’m gonna spin vogues. (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah)
And blowin’, while this pimp game is steady showin
Sun beamin and screamin, while these slim things is strollin
High shinin green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk
Im cracking the ground in, these poundin’ four 15’s in my trunk
Cuz ima baller til I die, I think I’ll call her cuz im high, (cuz im high)
Late night hype so tight, these suckas be goin’ down, I can’t lie
But I’m right about now, dem hoes is gone so it’s on
Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone. (the zone)
Cuz I got tha automatic fo’ the static inside
I’m getting fried and high, (im getting fried, baby)
Mothafucka, it’s nothing but a g ride
All aboard! Haha, foo, ain’t nothing but a G ride
So, uh, pack ya bags, get your sweets and your zig-zags
Just jump in
[Big Moe]
(Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah)
(nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!)
(nothing like that G riiide, yeah, oooh yeah!)
[Verse 1: ESG]
Up, early, to wash my face
Probation was the place
Before I blow out tha door, vibration on my waist
Now that’s my fool, what’s the rule?
Go to jail if I miss?
I might as well post bail, cuz ima fail If I piss
I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows
I got that indo, some gin ho
So I’m gonna spin vogues. (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah)
And blowin’, while this pimp game is steady showin
Sun beamin and screamin, while these slim things is strollin
High shinin green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk
Im cracking the ground in, these poundin’ four 15’s in my trunk
Cuz ima baller til I die, I think I’ll call her cuz im high, (cuz im high)
Late night hype so tight, these suckas be goin’ down, I can’t lie
But I’m right about now, dem hoes is gone so it’s on
Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone. (the zone)
Cuz I got tha automatic fo’ the static inside
I’m getting fried and high, (im getting fried, baby)
Mothafucka, it’s nothing but a g ride
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