Artist: T.I. Album: King Song: Ride Wit Me Typed by: Street.Hustla.OnSMASH@gmail.com [Intro] Let's get it homeboy! Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nuttin new to y'all man! T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? King of the South! Hey! Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga BANKHEAD!! [T.I. over Intro] Huh, huh-ayyyy Yuh, yuh, huh-ayyyy Grand Hustle - c'mon and kick it wit me for a minute y'knahmsayin? Come and ride wit'cha boy man, hey! Y'all ready know what it is, aye.. We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin' We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga C'mon and ride wit a nigga right quick aight? [Chorus] Come and ride wit me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at Ride wit me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Where hoe niggaz be snitchin at and often come up missin at Ride wit me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Where them killers livin at and T.I.P. be trillin at Ride wit a G, come and ride wit a G All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit a G [T.I.] See me ridin through Atlanta in a Phantom wit the double do' Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for I'm touchin folk, anytime they tryin Grand Hustle folk And bustin folk, what the fuck they arguin fussin cussin for? You lucky hoe, a couple of years ago I'da probably cut your throat But fuck it though, what I'm spendin somethin on a nothin fo'? This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone Fo' A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow TIP pop out the roof, ay what he up in Herdon Home fo' with long dough, shit he just doin what he known fo' Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin how the song go Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo You try to jack and pull the strap, it's +ASAP+ pronto King of the South, every hood's head honcho I'm Westside certified, go where the fuck I wanna go [Chorus] [T.I.] Hey I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+ I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak Toss this in the river like I threw away my old heat You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you 'posed to be? Mechanicville to Summer Hill, the zone three done roll wit me No hoe's in me, you know all that blow before they sold me? I'm everything you 'posed to be, boy ain't no runnin over me Kick it wit the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man Most these niggaz rappin 'bout a block, ain't never seen nann Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and ye ain't nann You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand or sell a block for twenty-fo' you got for seventeen gram From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam These 26's keep the attention of bitches Come and ride wit me pimpin, lemme show you how we get it [Chorus] [T.I.] Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit a G Dallas ride wit a G, Houston ride wit a G Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit a G Memphis ride wit a G, Chicago ride wit a G California, Florida, Detroit they all gon' ride wit a G Phoenix ride wit a G, St. Louis ride wit a G Seattle ride wit a G, Jersey ride wit a G Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit a G [Chorus]