Ridin’ Slow

Lyrics

[Intro: Question] (J-J-J-J-J.R) Yeah, Question (Boy), cinematic, you know how we do it (You already know) J.R., I see you, boy Nip' Huss', Sean Kingston, it go down like this, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Woo) [Chorus: Sean Kingston & Question] I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out, mane I'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin' up the city lane I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro, whoa (Yeah, mane) [Verse 1: Question] City low on low, poles of the big Vogues with extended inches So many colors hover, see your reflection, lose your senses I blow your ear drums, my stereo is so expensive Pistols killin' a wad of money up up in my britches My creases rigid, my pinky frigid, I'm polar pimpin' Ayatollah of tippin', DeVille with that tight suspension And did I mention, coated paint with metallic flake Boppers goin' blind from the shine that these diamonds make With Nipsey, that Bun B, I'm Question, you know you heard of me Mad 'cause your baby mama wanna swallow this baller Blow herb with me Get throwed and swerve with me, king of bopper burglary Don't believe that this my 'Lac 'til I jump in and I turn the key [Chorus: Sean Kingston] I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out, mane I'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin' up the city lane I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro, whoa [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Listen, look, I drive slow down the block, no speakin' No tints on the whip, you could see in Thick cloud of smoke 'cause I'm chiefin' It's easy to see that a young nigga eatin' Chrome feet, I'ma roll on the low pro I'm ready and willin' if it involve getting more dough Hittin' corners, white paint, leather cocoa Stash spot, tell the cops, it's a no go It's Question and Bun B, I'm Nipsey, I know you heard of me Mad 'cause your baby mama flirt with me But I don't never show that ho no courtesy And every time you leave she chirpin' me Talkin' 'bout how you be givin' her the third degree How she wanna get gone, sip purp' with me Smoke purple trees, just swerve with me, 'cause [Chorus: Sean Kingston] I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out, mane I'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin' up the city lane I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro, whoa [Verse 3: Bun B] I'ma put my hand on the wheel, I'ma put my foot on the gas I'ma shift my b**** into drive, and man I'm ready to mash I gots the top dropped down, I got my trunk popped open Sittin' sideways on stitch and tuck and them f*** boys scopin' Hopin' they can knock my hustle but they muscle ain't swollen So they gon' have to try again, tell 'em come back when they holdin' Golden flex in my paint, and glassy rims on Vogues Chrome, it lay up on the grille and my neon exposed I'm a pimp, just try and get chose; for the stable, tryin' to get hoes With friends, they f*** with foes; you already know how it goes Those that ain't down with this move, play the sidelines or hit the showers Just get the h*** up out the way 'cause the rap game is ours Said we don't roll with no cowards, scaredy cats or the 'fraidys We just comin' down candy, on them fours and them 80s We just straight south-sidin', broad day with no hidin' Let the slab swang wide and I'ma let 'em know that Bun and Question slow ridin' [Chorus: Sean Kingston] I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out, mane I'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin' up the city lane I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro, whoa I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out, mane I'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin' up the city lane I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro, whoa