Artist: Big K.R.I.T. f/ UGK Album: 4eva Is a Mighty Long Time Song: Ride Wit Me Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Bun B] Say... R.I.P. to Pimp C, he was the king of the South If you hatin on that, you need to shut ya fuckin mouth I'm down with Lil J 'til the muthafuckin grave Disrespect, they gon' put your picture on the front page {Cory Mo} I'm center stage shinin in a foreign you ain't seen yet Chrome look like water and my candy paint is lean wet Don't forget the rims, them motherfucker's a clean set You can't tell me that this ain't cost ya boy a mean check Lookin like a G in here, been here I'm gon' be in here When it's over, I'ma be the only one you see in here Reppin P.A.T. in here, realer than these other guys I'm triple O.G. bitch, don't let 'em tell you otherwise [Chorus: Pimp C] Young nigga out here on the rise Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me (me, me, me...) Smoke somethin, hol' up, hol' up Young nigga out here on the grind Young bitch, you need to get live wit me Smoke somethin, hol' up, bitch [Big K.R.I.T.] Put Multi on the mountaintop Drop the label just to raise the stock You ain't seen a trunk until it pop Full of 15s that'll make it knock With them neon lights that say, "Get in line or get down, ho!" If you wasn't 'bout the play or money to be made What the fuck you come around for? This is big bi'ness (big bi'ness), talking skyscrapers Screens rise like smoke vapors Candy paint's when it's Now and Laters Bitch, I'm on the up like an elevator if you didn't know Shine the grill just to let it show On them emotional muthafuckas in the game Tuckin they nuts while I'm lettin mine hang Chromed out the rim, lettin 'em swang Went from have-not to havin some dames Diamonds out the window, grippin the grain One finger'll put the sun to the rain UHH~! Y'all niggaz thought I wasn't gon' be a king like I'm s'posed But I learned from UGK, Multi, +4eva N a Day+ on these hoes [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T] This for all the underground, we on the surface South been holdin, 'mote controllin, got the game and it ain't for purchase Ain't no hurtin when you win, up the cut like in it Touchin down on it, clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it, ho~! Old school on its tippy toes, chop the blades and shave the doors Fade the top, then let it show, how it taste? I GOT to know! Ice the grill, cold enough to freeze the snow Bruce Leroy +Sho'nuff+ that bumpin dragon, bitch I got the glow Got the cake, smash it in yo' face, I got more to make I'm on the chase for a bread truck to put off in my safe And let it bake, stingy with the flakes, all the crumbs get ate Off the plate, sop it up with the lobster, shrimp, and steak - Krizzle [Chorus]