G Ride song by E.S.G. (Rapper) from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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G Ride Meaning
| [[Intro: E.S.G.] ESG All aboard! Haha, foe, ain’t nothing but a G ride So, uh, pack ya bags, get your sweets and your zig-zags Just jump in [Hook: Flava] (Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah) (Nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!) (Nothing like that G ride, yeah, oooh yeah!) [Verse 1: E.S.G., (Flava)] Up, early, to wash my face Probation was the place Before I blow out the door, vibration on my waist Now that’s my fool, what’s the rule? Go to jail if I miss? I might as well post bail, cause I’ma fail if I piss I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows I got that indo, some gin ho So I’m gonna spin vogues (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah) And blowin’, while this pimp game is steady showin’ Sun beamin’ and screamin’, while these slim things is strollin’ High shinin’ green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk I’m cracking the ground in, these poundin’ four 15’s in my trunk Cause I’ma baller til I die, I think I’ll call her cause I’m high (cause I’m high) Late night hype so tight, these suckers be goin’ down, I can’t lie But I’m right about now, them hoes is gone so it’s on Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone (the zone) Cause I got the automatic fo’ the static inside I’m getting fried and high, (I’m getting fried, baby) Motherfucker, it’s nothing but a g ride , [Hook: Flava] x 4 [Verse 2: E.S.G.] I hit a, curb, swiggity swerve, see you fiendin’ fo’ it Folks scream, “it’s smoke!” sun beamin’ locs But I let the top down, I can’t stop now 15’s bang, about to knock the block down You wanna see the E? Then I’ma hit cha The Mac-11 hit cha, while the rottweiler bit cha Devious devils do drop, with a new Glock It’s a red, not a blue dot, slowed down 2Pac Fingerprints and dirty sheets (slowed down, slowww down, yeah) on the first day Celebrate my birthday, in the worst way I’m on lock, no block, no boys on my block The dope case in my face, the fence was too high to hop The matchbox of rocks, now crooked cops can’t stop, (nothing but that G ride, baby) Lord, help a young nigga make it to his next box Smoking a sweet, poking at freaks got me weak inside, (oh baby!) Locked up for 18 months, but I ain’t crunk It’s nothing but a G ride [Hook: Flava] x 4] |
