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Q-Tip - Let's Ride |
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 GET Q-Tip - Let's Ride ringtones  To all the lowriders, and big-riders Lowride.. what happened in the car yo? F'real, let a nigga.. Brand new truck, butter soft seat Four point somethin with a low ride somethin Ain't nothin better than to ride out the hood with it Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it Take a chance with a nigga in the choice ride Listen to the CD's I play inside Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie And when the evening is over love Gonna find a nice spot for the Rover love Do things to make the man in the moon blush My mind race but I tell my waist don't rush You's a upper echelon piece So when you find there's a stash then you don't freak You wanna nibble on a nigga ear And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near Oh I'm a Queens representative Get wild by any means my incentive is When we done, I start it up again And ride round with you cause you my special friend, uh [CHORUS] OOh, me and you I think we should riiiide Come on come on come on come on Don't worry just done get insiiide Come on come on come on come on The second cut, her ride is like art We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it The backseat is the canvas we paintin on Abstract the word we creatin on The TV's in the back and the dash too Got miss napkins and bamboo Don't worry, the Tip's past the legal one Outkast's bangin loud in my eardrum The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind Outsiders lookin in with the ill grin Fuel injected brand new inspected Emissions got tested details perfected Got the Armor All touch, empty out the dutch No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch Kick off your shoes show off your peticure Shake off the blues we all forgettin more Boy that thing Stuff that brings ecstasy makin you cling A little harder than your average hug or grab Lady tell me this is better than takin a cab And when you back tell all your girls You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin, no earl Vacationin, V up my V8 Just one night we drive and we escape CHORUS x2 |
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