I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on top, on top, eh I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on
some room Dogg House, you know Short Dog peep game, come on I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets No beer-belly fool, we get
with this, baby Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone Pimps and hoes and gettin' money Tricks and hoes and fuckin' Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit Nigga ridin
Beard!" And Polly don't want a cracka' I'm gonna make you back up With the wind in the sail Destination on to the temple Where the boom lies in the ?bin full? Outlaws ridin
to get her cigerette lit I told her, "I be buyin liqour like it Shh.." She told me I'm a player motherfuu.. Forget about it, she know the scam And now she belly
the moon comes skimmin' away the stars When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops Straight into my arms Straight into my arms I'm ridin' hard
or red, we like that fuckin green, papers what I said, Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin
I'm prolly in the projects with some lil'niggas that's wanted In the whip with some tint, bad bitch with some sense I get tired of ridin this, I hit the
weed rolled '96 Impala with the stick on the floor Now its Bentely four do's with Patron on the low Light wood nigga, Polo fuck Hilfiger Jammin' Slim Thug, belly
with P. Ignorance leakes like back streets of sickness Or disease, and our weakness, we bleed Deceive to believe in this modern Eden, we thieve Conceive through this belly
wish a mothafucka would I keep a fresh pair of one's on my feet And double deuces on da Chevy 3's company the double 4's on my belly 5 hot amps speakers
a playa 'cuz I'm ridin' wit bash I already, I pull up on Pirelli drippin' candy paint and jelly I stop, at Chimmy Chan's and throw sumthing in my belly
huntin'? We's goin' chicken huntin' Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up, right I went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot collared bitch named Bucky Ridin
money, gotta get that money money money money money [Bizzy Bone] I don't give a fuck what they sayin! Buck buck buck buuuuuuck! I'm ridin a Caddy and
his BELLY Been dissed like this since MAKAVELLI (2Pac) Now in dayz nigga, Ya rappin' is way worse then ya actin' in BELLY It's set!!! [Chorus]
wanna live an' he loves his kids We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like you on your belly, gimme the
Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors Doin' chores for a nigga Open doors for a nigga Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga At the motelly, got you on your belly
i do the damn thang but i don't do that but ima put it in my life no matter where im at if im ridin in my benz or im ridin in my lac ima ride to the