Foxy Brown Ride (Down South) Lyrics

[Intro]
Let's get it hype, n____
Let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Eightball]
Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump
If a n____ disrespect me I'mma prove my s___ and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with
Feel this b____, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face s___
Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down
And doin' s___ the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
s___e-age pimpin' means I don't do free s___
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG

[MJG]
[1] - All my hard core n____s, what you want to do?
My real thug-a__ n____s, what you want to do?
All my money making b____es if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real b____es at
Where them real b____es at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck n____s at
Where my buck n____s at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Foxy Brown]
I ain't new to this
d___ nice b____ that's true to this
Money ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
a__ fat, thighs thick, t__ties perfect
Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, s___ I don't bluff
And no dough? I dont f___ 'em
f___ I'mma fake for?
Make mine's, I'mma take yours
Cuz I'm no n____ like love b'fore
Make b____ scream like, gimme some more
If a n____ broke, what'd you f___ him for?
Waste of time
It's like we playette minds
Dont stop, get it get it
b____es, take it from a real m_________in' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these n____s
They gon' pimp if you let them
From NY to the dirty south
And them b____es' dime tight
I got my mind right
And my ice got the shine right
And if it don't blind b____es
When them lights hit the wrist?
You won't be sticking s___
You be lickin' this

[CHORUS]
All my hard core n____s, what you want to do?
My real thug-a__ n____s, what you want to do?
All my money making b____es if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real b____es at
Where them real b____es at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck n____s at
Where my buck n____s at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[MJG]
I'm the pimp m_________er, baby
Ice cold, stories so high
I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease right on the president's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those
Pros, slam those
Game tied tight like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold
Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
We're pushin' hoes
d___s get erect like poles, pay the toll
MJG is in control

[CHORUS]
All my hard core n____s, what you want to do?
My real thug-a__ n____s, what you want to do?
All my money making b____es if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real b____es at
Where them real b____es at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck n____s at
Where my buck n____s at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Juvenile]
Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found
Juvenile's my name, b____
I represent it to the end, the same s___
n_____s don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
All you see is your boys and reeboks
A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to bust a n____ a__ if he had to
If you feel the same my n_____, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Better get up off the block, boy
Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha

[CHORUS]
All my hard core n____s, what you want to do?
My real thug-a__ n____s, what you want to do?
All my money making b____es if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real b____es at
Where them real b____es at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck n____s at
Where my buck n____s at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Too Short]
Where the real ones at? Be-atch...
Oh, you know how we feel
About all you 'wanna be' a__ ghetto super stars
Wanna be like 'me a__" n____s
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown b____es
I give a f___ about your intermureal status, motha f___a
You ain't nobody
We been doing this, been doin' this s___
We go way back with this baby
Talkin' about this real s___ on the m____ f___in' microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and f___in'
m____ f___in' clothes and s___ ridin' vogues and s___
n____ riding on 20's and s___
n____ what chu got?
Brand new-a__ed n____
You don't know nothin' about this game
Come on

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