"Ride Wit Me (Radio Version)" lyrics - T.I.

T.I.

"Ride Wit Me (Radio Version)"

(Let's get it, homeboy) Ha ha ha hey
(You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) Yeah yeah ha hey
(T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique. You understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)
Come and kick it with me for a minute. You know what I'm sayin'? (King of the South)
Come and ride with your boy, man (Hey)
You already know what it is
(West Side of the A-Town, if you don't know no better)
(Zone 1 through 4. You know what I'm sayin'?)
And then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'
We gonna ride down Bankhead, my [?] (Bankhead)
Come and ride with a [?] right quick. All right?

Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me pimpin' let me show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at
Ride wit' me pimpin' let me show you where we kick it at
Where loose suckers be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me pimpin' let me show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G.

You see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door
Make these hoovers wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk
Tell me what they arguin' fussin' cussin' for
You lucky, hoe, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat
[?] It though. What I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for?
This well-known flow, man I got this hit from Simpson Road
Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone 4
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow
When Tip pop out the roof. Hey what he up in Herndon Homes for
Alone though? Hey, he just doin' what he known for
Blowin' dro on 24's, livin' how the song go
Rubber burnin' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
You try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP pronto
King of the South, every hood's head honcho
I'm West Side certified, go wherever I wanna go.

Hey I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, partner you don't know me
I knock you off your feet, put holes in your till your clothes leak
Tossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me. Who the hell you supposed to be?
Mechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me
No hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me
I'm everything you supposed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me
Kick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man
Most these rappers rappin' 'bout a block ain't never seen 'em
Real hustlers recognize real homies, and you ain't none
You don't know how to stab a hater dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24 you got for 17 a gram
From East Side G's in Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26's keep the attention of chickens
Come and ride with me pimpin' let me show you how we get it.

Hey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G
Dallas, ride wit' a G, and 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.