Just Ridin' By - Devin the Dude, Big Pokey, Lil Keke

Door slowly opens, in walks Mr. Copeland

Coughin' and he’s chokin' 'cause he’s smokin' somethin' potent

Glidin' and he’s floatin' like he do when he rap

Now he’s sittin', sippin' brew, with your boo in his lap

Short skirt and no panties, actin'

Later on, take her home, naked, slow-dancin'

Never romantic, Devin’s so candid

Fuck 'em then he duck 'em, cold sandwich, no Grammy, but

How can I expect 'em to give me an award

When I’ll just jack my dick off and walk on the stage on hard?

Like a dirty old mane, I ain’t servin' no 'caine

Couple’a D-dubs, so I ain’t swervin' no lanes

Just tryna get from A to B;

see what I got?

This D, now that’s enough, I’m finished, get the F out

I just rock to the rhythm that just don’t stop

Dick plops in your mouth and

cock

Just ridin' by, but there’s a party inside

So I’m gon' slide in

I park my ride, I’m in here lyin' with a gal

Poke and stroke it like a violin

You know it’s pimpin' in the building when I enter the door

Feelin' like it’s déjà vu, like I been here before

Money over a hoe, that’s the code that I live by

See, mine gon' break bread, knead the dick like a bread

Roll me up a paper square and poured up a cup

I got a eight, a four on me, another four in the truck

She asked me was I cool and was I wantin' to stay

She said, «I hope so, because my homegirl on the way»

I like it when they nasty and they do what I say

It’s like whatever, whenever, she gon' go through with the play

Now she walkin' 'round this bitch with no clothes on

And her partner at the door, you know what’s goin' on (Real talk)

Just ridin' by, but there’s a party inside (It's rizzle)

So I’m gon' slide in

I park my ride (You know how we do this thing)

I’m in here lyin' with a gal

Poke and stroke it like a violin

Smokin' on somethin' special and nice, fuck the price

Yes, it’s manicured, rolled up tight and pullin' right

Scoop her and take a flight, I’m on a mission

It’s pimpin', never simpin', that’s the reason why she listen

Straight up out the kitchen, pussy hotter than a oven

Fresh exotic flavors in my paper’s what I’m lovin'

The green monster comin', chiefin' with a young’un

Get full of that strong, and later on, I do some plumbin'

Nice fat ass, I’m talkin' hips without a stomach

Oh, by the way?

Pass the tre so I can dump it

It’s big smoke in the car — papers, no cigar

We blow a couple, turn us some corners, and catch a bar

This shit come out the jar, I’m all about the bread

She lickin' and strippin', I told her, «Baby, go ahead»

'Cause pimpin' never scared;

you barkin' up my tree?

Smokin' on a forest, goin' hard as Don Quix'

Yeah

I’m just ridin' by, but there’s a party inside

So I’m gon' slide in

I park my ride, I’m in here lyin' with a gal

Poke and stroke it like a violin

Just ridin' by, but there’s a party inside

So I’m gon' slide in

I park my ride, I’m in here lyin' with a gal

Poke and stroke it like a violin