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Ridin' Low(feat. Feddi De Marco) - ICE-T
Slow it down baby
Feels good man
Feddi demarco
Feel diferend music man
Ice berg kids
Cali tipping man
Don't bother my shits on chroom
I know what yours is
Yoh feddi how you riding
I'm in a star burst 64 riding low
On them gold daytonas and I'm slyding slow
You ain't nothing like me so what ya hire me for
That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho
Its all about feddi with the Chevy rage
With a b**ch on a blade
Keep me havy paid
Black 7 tray blue bandana dipping sets
Looking for jewels like his own Santana
Break pounds down the zone in a back gramsa
Raw ounceing I'm sharp bouncing
Yeh
40 ounce liquor poor like water fountans
For all the late night
Body counting
You niggas got the urge and the tentacy
So deal with me 17 the burge and the gs
With my blood b**ch I'm sleeping with the
Enemy
I call it bomb p**sy off n hennesy
Diverend comode same old sh*t
You slipping who hit ya
The same old b**ch
Scorned pimping when I'm flipping
Cocain bricks
More bounce to the ounce
That gold frame lifts so
I'm in that Bentley gt riding low
24 CC and I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me
So what ya hire me fo
That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho
I'm in a star burst 64
Riding low
On them gold daytonas
And I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me
So what ya hire me fo
That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho
Living in the filty west
Gotta keep the smith and tha vest
Cause you can't on the stretch
Rotten khaki and denim f**k them excellent mats
I got b**ches the ones who blow the whistles the best ohhh
Yes I keep the heels clicking til I get a meal ticket
B**ch can't get nothing from feel different real pimping
Banging notorious ablution ni**a who shot you
No it's more like who killed you ni**a
I don't know why but I'm so damn fly
Why you're staring at my whips ni**a they're easy to buy
Put your b**ch out on the corner pop her a** in the air
Get her head game cracking but you're probably care so
I'm a bull guard gripped the wood grain hard
Baby ride with my niggaz like we're still in the yard
Gangsters bloods and crips all about my chips
My continental is so low that it scrapes in the dips uhh
I'm in that Bentley gt riding low
24 CC and I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me
So what ya hire me fo
That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho
I'm in a star burst 64
Riding low
On them gold daytonas
And I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me
So what ya hire me fo
That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho
You can't see me can't touch me don't bother
I bust nuts back in the eighties probably your father
Everything I ride is low dropped to the ground
Ask your b**ch about me tightest ni**a in town
I park treys in my front yard riding the grass
Light up your whole block drop the a**
I pressure gates fool convertible roof
Nowadays catch me in that Bentley coupe
I love looking out my tint at you haters on the curb
Punk a** get your weight up get some crack and serve
I might swerve into another lane f**king with my navy
Cops can't pull me over cause I never touched the cavi'
Iceberg I roll rims through the suburbs
You hear shots that's feddi and watts
Straight pimping baby play the whole bubble for real
Y'all simping while I'm twisting on my gt wheel
I'm in that Bentley gt riding low
24 CC and I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me
So what ya hire me fo
That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho
I'm in a star burst 64
Riding low
On them gold daytonas
And I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me
So what ya hire me fo
That b**ch you with looking keep behind ya ho
Ohh yo feddi my ni**a let me ride that four man
I feel like tickling them switches man
There's no problem
Yeah ni**a
It's behind that range ni**a
Yeah you know you can roll ni**a
I know that
Throw me them keys here you go
That's right
Easy on the dips my sh*t is low baby
I know ni**a you don't do sh*t ni**a I got you
