Umm, yes, yes, yes, y'all

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride

Sho nuff

Let's ride, let's ride

[Mr. G Stacka]

I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer

Full of herb

And this killer ass reefer got a nigga feeling swozy

I'm slowly, creepin' up through the hood

And I see my niggas, and the smoking real good

So show a nigga love, what up kinfolk

And while you at my nigga, won't you past the dope

You know a nigga has to choke

Off killer Bohemia, I got the smoke flowing down my throat

So playa won't you ride with me

We can get quizzled in the front of my drop top Caddy

With my heat just ready to skeet

So playa please don't drop no fire on my seat

But it's all good, cause it's much love

And I got my mind twisted off kind bud

I'm screaming out Dirty thug

Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz

So tell me what it was

What it be like

Mr. G living up to this gangster life

And it's got me on a flight higher than a kite

And my eyes real low so I have no sight

I'm feeling really right as I keep floating, through the sky

Way past cloud number nine

Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce

Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a dime

Everything looking fine in the Gump city

Girls walk around short skirts on looking pretty

You can tell the thugs from the sadity

All the high-class girls always acting nitty

But showing no pity, in the land

Of blunt passing

Niggas be everlasting

Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed

Until I'm dead and gone off in my casket

[Chorus 1-Mr. G]

Now take a trip in my 'Lac with me

We can patch in

You can go half on a sack with me

We can find a freaky slut to beat

And if it come down to it

We can bust our heat in the street

See, it don't really matter

Long as I'm down for you

And you down for me

We can ride together, forever

Rolling through the streets of the G-U-M-P

[Chorus 2-Khao]

It ain't nothing like riding the track, rocking the show

Making the crowd get hype, letting them know

Is you ready to wild out, I'm bout to flow

Got you peeping the style out, as I go

[Chorus 3-Big Pimp]

Now should I drop the game on them hoes

Now do you really understand

How the pimp game goes

It's all about money and hoes

Keeping silly bitches mind froze

And slamming Cadillac doors

[Khao]

Now I'm a ride on the track

Giving you something that you can feel

Better buckle up before you go, haters hit the door

Cause we be hitting you with the skills

Don't get knuckled up before you flow, I'm a let you know

That my adrenaline assembling

That's enough to have a emcee trembling

Just give me the mic and them Frank Benjamin's

And call the paramedic, I'm about to injure men

Finish him, ain't many left to cope

Hearts stopped beating, listen to this stethoscope

So many emcees getting' left for broke

And try to make a comeback, shoulda kept the joke

Khao be the name, try dissin' me

Your history, your absence a mystery

Dried your game up like an antihistamine

Put that on Big Pimp and Mr. G

This'll be, something that people can ride to

Laid back, track cool like Rallo

Hit after hit we follow

Wanted to nibble and bit off way more than you can swallow

Y'all must be drunk off the bottle

Hating on us, don't talk, bring yourself to me

I don't need nobody helping me

I'm about to lyrically burn a brother to the 12th degree

What y'all wanna do now, huh

Humiliated, didn't know, Krumbsnatchaz affiliated

With Dirty, came up and really made it

All these cats wanna be down with us

I really hate it, but illustrated, the picture

It takes skills to grab the mic

And keep it tight, some want, simplified:

Some had it, some got it

Some wish they did, and some don't

[Chorus 2]

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 3]

[Big Pimp]

Now let me take you to the land of eroticy

Pardon me shorty

Let me introduce you to my pimp psychology

Let a young nigga hold if you down with a holla at me

Now follow me, to my '98 'Lac outside

Now is she ready to ride

Slim cover your eyes, it's a surprise

I'll be obliged if you slide where them Dirty boys hide

And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um)

Your pretty brown eyes

And I apologize if I came to hard

Trying to get between your, sugar brown thighs

You know the pimp high

And it's 12 o'clock tonight

I got late night lust

We need to, bring a pen and pad

And keep count (keep count)

Of the nuts I bust (I bust)

I'm swerving, looking through my rearview nervous

And your head steady working

And your neck steady jerking

Up on your knees in my seat

And your lips steady slurping

On this killer knob

And I know your mouth finna' throb

And baby if you could

Shine the rod with your tongue

Like Old English shine wood (shine wood)

Situation all good

I love the way you got straight to it

And plus I love the way you do it

I wouldn't take nothing from you

Girl you's a true headhunter

The way your lips turn up

You must have got it from you mother

Now look up in the sky, it's a pimp in the air

So freaky bitches better beware

I got your mind, mega blown

With the game that I spit

And keep them freaky bitches horny as hell

[Chorus 3]

[Chorus 2]

[Chorus 1]

Ahh

Sho nuff, sho nuff

In my 'Lac with me

On a sack with me

Ahh

Drop the game on them hoes

{*Fades Out*}