Can I Ride With You? - CZARnicholas, Tiny

Uh huh

See look, this beat

This shit bump nigga

This shit hit different

What

Westside Ballentine shit

Uh huh

Look

I been up and down the hood from pollards to spartan market

Roll the joint, spark it

Hit it like a target

I’m high

My catharsis, gone be trill regardless

I’m dipping

Avoiding the niggas that stay tripping

Whipping, getting the rhythm from fly bitches

Slip resistant

Never get me off my pimping

I’m Just fly that way

The cortez, the sweats, the khakis

I can’t go a day without being the nigga you hate

Hit watergate

Bend the corner straight

Ain’t nothing to it but to get up into it

Man thats the truest

My game was truant

But i got it on lock now

The top down

Hit the freeway, i’ll be there quicker than the DJ

Run the game like a relay

Get her home like Foxy Brown

Then she say

Nicki you got so much style

Roll up and let me make it worth your while

Hey Nicki

You’re such a player

I wanna love you

So can I ride with you

Hey Nicki

You’re such a player

I wanna love you

So can I ride with you

Ride with you

(Ride with you)

Now let me tell you how i got up on my grind

I made up in my mind

That i’d be the greatest of all time

Cuz the rhymes, they ain’t about shit these days

Niggas don’t even care about who can push the biggest whip these days

It’s bout who can pop the most pills these days

I need a zip, something real exotic

Some bomb ass chronic

Have me rapping off topic

I need the biggest bills

I need the biggest wheels

I need to ride around with the steel

Just in case a mark wanna be up in my grill

Sliding like im riding on for banana peels

I got skills

So cold, seven below the windchill

I do it big tyme

Rims look like windmills

You wack

And a lame

And a phony

You rap corny

All that wordplay but ain’t got no game

You trying to impress your homies

That’s a goddamn same

Hey Nicki

You’re such a player

I wanna love you

So can I ride with you

Hey Nicki

You’re such a player

I wanna love you

So can I ride with you

Ride with you

(Ride with you)

This is strictly for the hood

Westside Ballentine, my nigga it’s all good

Gold accents and digits

The era of riding spinners

Dipping down the street on chrome

Find a passion of your own

Be yourself or you gone end up all alone

Always preferred Motorola pagers over phones

But, that’s just a sign of the times

You was born in 96

How you know about that

How you know about the music

The clothes

The flows

The hoes

Nigga I don’t know

I’m just a old soul

It hit different when it’s from a different zip code

You don’t get hoes

I make em bust like flipmode

Who haa nigga

You sweet like glucose

She want a P

Girlfriends, I don’t think I do those

Niggas letting bitches beat they ass to Pluto

I won’t hit her

But she’ll have shakenhoe syndrome

Hey Nicki

You’re such a player

I wanna love you

So can I ride with you

Hey Nicki

You’re such a player

I wanna love you

So can I ride with you

Ride with you

(Ride with you)

Hey Nicki

You’re such a player

I wanna love you

So can I ride with you

Hey Nicki

You’re such a player

I wanna love you

So can I ride with you

Ride with you

(Ride with you)