Something 2 Ride 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] This is a lil' something to ride to Kick back and just catch a vibe to I'd pop me a pill I'd drink me another drink, if I was you [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I got the flyest arsenal Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal I'm ape and shit, I'm on my gorilla thing-thing Me and Preem, you can call us the guillotine team We chop off heads, pop off lead If it pops off, we spending that rockstar bread We doing numbers like the box office Nigga, you ain't tryna box, 'den stop talking I got niggas from Watts to Boston From New York to the Chi to Austin So even if my eyes is off you, other eyes is on you That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on you—boom! It's gasoline in my tongue Patrón in my kidneys, weed in my lungs Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm Ears ringing, my animal alarm My mind is on Hannibal Lec', the man to respect I'm taking your life 'less you hand me a check [Hook: Phonte] I've been around, seen some things Sexed a lot of girls I did my time, but in my mind I'm still thinking it's my world [Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte] (Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit I'm the truest, shit (Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Reigning king of the boom-bap Bomb strapped to my chest, asking, "Where your goons at?" I'm old school like a StarTAC On a voyage like Star Trek; me unemployed is far-fetched I'm hot, I got the corduroy flow You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show (Ha) I book niggas for shows and put niggas in comas So I hope that you niggas is roamers 'Cause my niggas is riders like Winona But we just tryna have a good time like Willona I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner As far away as Estonia I'm a sucker for a good sucking So tell your bitch that it's best if she invest in where this good luck in Mami, would you rather fly over niggas heads? Or keep your ass in the hood, ducking? [Hook: Phonte] I've been around, seen some things Sexed a lot of girls I did my time, but in my mind I'm still thinking it's my world [Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte] (Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit I'm the truest, shit (Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] Pardon my French, talk English Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers That's why Preem is the head-nod king (King) My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing (Ha) Street Hop is the culture I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, the quips sickening And my necklace is glistening, it's expensive So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (Why?) 'Cause my pencil is priceless (Woo) So what you running for? Nigga, I'm coming for you If I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore (Ha) True, and I'm lawless packing I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa! After "Boom," this afternoon It's night-night when me and Preem come back for more [Hook: Phonte] I've been around, seen some things Sexed a lot of girls I did my time, but in my mind I'm still thinking it's my world [Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte] (Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit I'm the truest, shit (Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick [Outro: Royce da 5'9"] This is a lil' something to ride to Kick back and just catch a vibe to I'd pop me a pill I'd drink me another drink, if I was you