JEREMIH lyrics - Jeremih

My Ride

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[Chorus:] Even if you don't like me, I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride), my ride, Got girls wanna be wifey, Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride), my ride... ehh. [Verse 1:] Okay I pull up to da club, on them scotty pippin's You say you got dubz, well I'm thirteen mo inches These chromed out wheels got yah'll haters out there squintin' When I hop in that club line, I ain't lookin for no friendships Got Clyntell pipes, custom tint up on my windows My air vents sealed, so I never lose no indo Who's trailing me? my kin-folk, we weavin through the streets And the flows like the wind, how it be breathing through these beats. And my seats, got my name on it, Yeah I know you ain't on this Sparkle custom paint on this On that droptop, frame on this The grill is exclusive, and the rides all implusive The only one that's whippin' this is singer slash producer Say you wanna get drunk, I gotta bar up in my car, I never get bored with foreign broads up in my car, So when it's master time I'm goin hard up in my car Touch down a hundred yards up in my car. [Chorus 2:] Even if you don't like me, I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) my ride, Got girls wanna be wifey Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride) my ride,.. ehh Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that base up in my trunk Chrome chrome up on my wheels, or that base up in my trunk Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that base up in my trunk Base base up in my trunk, base- base up in my... [Verse 2:] Now when I'm cruisin' in my whip, damn right I crank my cd Got three groupies on deck, and they all beggin to see these They saw the navigation system and all of my tv's Said they boyfriends whip was better, hell naw you must be Stevie You see me, these stunner shades got me seeing 3D Fuck you, far as ya know, I'm pushin more shit then Petey Though my gas tank on E-Z, I'm buyin up more Wee-zy, Please believe me, u chillen with a Star-r-r Hop in my Car-r, I hit the after party, What goes down between us, girl I won't tell nobody Either in my Lac, or in my Maszaradi Just wait till I pull into the lobby (lobby) lobby. [Chorus 3:] So even if you don't like me, I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) myride Got girls wanna be wifey, Cause they fellin love with my ride (my ride) my ride,.. ehh Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that base up in my trunk Chrome chrome up on my wheels, or that base up in my trunk Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that base up in my trunk Base base up in my trunk, base- base up in my... [Verse 3:] So if you wanna ride (ride), then baby we can go down town (go down town) Girl with that pretty face, (face) I might just let my windows down (my windows down) So all my homies can see just who I get to ride with (ride with) ride with And if you ever lonely then sweet baby girl hit my sidekick-ickk cause... Even if you don't like me, I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) my ride Got girls wanna be wifey, Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride) my ride,.. ehh Is it the chrome up on my wheel so or that base up in my trunk Chrome chrome up on my wheels or that base up in my trunk Is it the chrome up on my wheels or that base up in my trunk Base base up in my trunk, base-base base up in my...

Suicide

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Servants In Heaven, Kings In Hell"
[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, Vinnie Paz, baby, they call me Louie Dogs Jedi Mind Tricks, Philly, Italiano mobbin' on you [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] This is murder rap, I'll burn his back and push your sternum back And have the doctor cover your head just like a turban wrap A certain fact, you'll be prayin' on a Persian mat Or hopin' Jesus or the police's bring the person back I'm not the type of mutha fucka that's concerned with that I only been in love once, then I learned from that A ride or die bitch, said she'd never turn her back Take these bullets with you to Hell, you dirty rat Speakin' to me sideways, you get hurt for that You gonna make me bring the Hologramic verses back I'll put my fist into the ground, that's where the earth is cracked Love is gone inside my heart, now it's a purplish black You a clown rapper, just a circus act But Vinnie rap like when fifty fuckin' Kurds attack Who your group, daddy? I ain't never heard of that Vinnie Paz, Hologram, where the purple at, fuckin' maggots, yeah [Hook: Vinnie Paz w/KRS-One sample] We gonna ride 'til the wheels fall off It's a Suicide if you feel we soft We the truth inside, if you feel you lost And the truth don't lie, 'cause we still the boss We gonna ride 'til the wheels fall off It's a Suicide if you feel we soft We the truth inside, if you feel you lost And the truth don't lie, 'cause we still the boss [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, the heavy metal king, my lyrical an incredible thing And I'm the forces in the four-chord pendulum swing And anyway you wanna look at it, I send pain And now they got you in the third density end game That's why these men came, we rap saviors Who tryin' to waken you from your spiritual laziness I'm thinkin' outside the box from now on Like different ways that I can kill the cop from now on During day is when I used to sell boom to the tenants And at night with dark shinin' and hallucinogenics That's when I let the fight in me pass through And when I let the spiritual light in me pass through I guess this just somethin' that come when you grown Like the positive and negative that come with the throne But, fuck it, I'm stone, Pazienza the great wall I'll be back, but now I'm drinkin' my 8 Ball [Hook: Vinnie Paz w/KRS-One sample] We gonna ride 'til the wheels fall off It's a Suicide if you feel we soft We the truth inside, if you feel you lost And the truth don't lie, 'cause we still the boss We gonna ride 'til the wheels fall off It's a..."Suicide is a Suicide" [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I'm a new disease, drinkin' a 40, rockin' Judas Priest I'm strong as ?, put you in your blueish fleece You never see a pig around me like a Jewish feast And every single fuckin' member in my crew a beast But y'all should know by now the type of shit I'm on Like, does the New Testament contradict the Qu'ran? Does every Muslim in the world come equipped with a bomb? Does every rap video have a chick in a thong? I don't know if we livin' no more I don't know if Pazienza even driven no more Uppercut, right cross on the tip of the jaw He a crumb, daddy, dump a fuckin' clip in the boy And the man is the offspring of the weak Like the lamb is the offspring of the sheep We gonna grind 'til we seein' the fame With a stronghold baby, 'cause I'm bleedin' the game [Outro: Vinnie Paz w/KRS-One sample] We gonna ride 'til the wheels fall off Ha, ha, Louie Dogs, Jedi Mind Tricks We the truth inside, if you feel you lost Enemy of Mankind on the track, what's the deal, baby? We gonna ride 'til the wheels fall off Vocab, where you at? Warchild, my man We the truth inside, if you feel you lost My brother Stoupe, that's how we get down It's murder rap, yeah, they call me Vinnie Paz Louie Dogs, it's dirty, baby, it's our fuckin' year I'm tryin' to shine, baby, tryin' to feed the fam Ha, ha, yeah

Ride Wit' Me

JIM JONES "Harlem: Diary Of A Summer"
[Juelz Santana] Uh huh, Dipset Bitch.. Yeah... you know? Yeh yeh, yeah, okay [Hook - Juelz] Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride with me? (Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon) Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon) [Juelz Santana] I'm overdosin again, I'm oversmokin again That potent smoke I'm smokin is comatose in my wind And I only know a few friends that's oh so loco to man (C'Mon) They will C4 the whole Volvo you in And ladies let me zoom, zoom All through your poon, poon And this will be Santana's boom boom Boom Room (Yup) I'm a new breed or what y'all call true G's I'ma start to make you fleas, start to salute me (Come On) Swim fish I'm a shark in this blue sea Hungry, I swam from Antartica's blue sea (Whoa) Override the pressure for coke I buy compressors Oversize the stretcher 'til it's oversized then sell it Oversize the shellin to oversize the swellin Overpop the led in to oversize his melon (Go, Come On) That's what you call overshot you get it? I'm over hot you get it? Like coke in pots you get it? [Hook] Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride with me? (Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon) Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me..(C'mon) [Jim Jones] Your ride ain't safe (Warning) As I flyin up 8th (Warning) Gettin high like space (Warning) .45 on waaiiisssst ('Jects, nigga!) We don't need to see no badge Cause we racin up on this highway Speedin like we gon' craaaash (Fuck Police) Let's go sightseein, but this cold night scene Got my homey shot dead, he was only 19 (19! RIP) They blew his brains off his shoulders That petty money over slangin them boulders (Continues everyday) Pumpin grams off the stoop (Uh-huh) Cold nights, sold white Duckin a van full of spooks (Watch the squalies) Hundred gram on them coupes Blow Dice, rolled dice Underhand to the deuce (Life's a gamble) I done spent some days In the midst of the 'Jects Gettin bent some days (Twisted, backwards) With my trip, below set Runnin up on you niggaz cause that rent had to be paid (That's right) [Hook - short version] Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride with me? (Go, come on) People come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me.. (C'mon)

Certified Gangstas (YouTube Remix)

JIM JONES
[Eazy-E:] Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about makin that GTA Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit [Verse 1: The Game.] Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed Tight grip on the Escalade pole Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay Knock a nigga out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Verse 2: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide Eastside high-risers Westside low-riders Vest with the four-fiver Yes I fo' sho fire D-I-P low-rider See police, slow the ride up You see squally nigga Cause we switchin four lanes(speedin'!) To see my niggaz(gangsta!) that bang up In the middle of the 'jects(Foster!), while the pitchin' raw caine(gettin it!) G'd up posted tough on the turf(uh huh) Long johns and some jeans, fuck a button up shirt(we keep it gully!) Compton, see the blockers they bangin'(G's up!) My ghetto passes good, be on blocks while they slangin'(in the dope house!) Houston, the purple potion I sip(Texas) While I'm screwin' up my music in a roaster with Flip(Clover Geeees!) NY, you know the City is ours(Capo!) You know I'm Peter Gotti, we the niggaz with power(DIP-SET!) As we ride we screamed out "EASTSIDE"(G's up!) All the time as I replied(come on!) [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kil in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Verse 3: Cam'ron] We put the lazers on glocks(glock) Razor or ox(ox) As I lay in the drop(drop) Pump the base on the poc(kets) Move the H on our block, in front of H&R block See the face on our watch, put ya face on our cock(head) I keep the Luger hugged Show you how to use a snub Whoopty-whoo, fuck around be you I plug(you) I don't do the drugs(nah), baby I move the drugs(yes) Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love(computer love) Duck the cop-capers(capers) and the top haters(haters) Foch flavors, Harlem World we got gators(what's that!?) Not dead, I said they alive(live) Lions(lions), tigers(what), bears, oh my(oh my) Its a straight zoo A to Z, May to April Bring the apes through Fuck around you be ape food, baked food(food) 9 bitches, 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes Get it straight fool [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the .64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Outro: Jim Jones] We ride in that Eastside We roll up while we ride We ride in that Eastside Please roll up that weed high...

Emotionless

JIM JONES "Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)"
Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second True story [Jim Jones] Cold sweats (sweaty sheets) From bad dreams (nightmares) I hope the Feds don't grab the team Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet) We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear) Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me) And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin') Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead) Due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side) And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes Boy you talk about my life here Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror And they tell me that life's but a gamble The media will turn your whole life into a scandal [Chorus] Put my emotions aside (why?) Cause they can never take my alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't cry) Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug) And if I'm standing in front of the judge Guess what? He can never take me alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't cry) [Juelz Santana] Poured off Bentley Looking like steroids Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy Maserati lookin' like a shark on land Neiman Marcus edition, contraband Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and Five thousand spent on pants, man (man) Bitches love it, niggas want it So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh) Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge You better stay out the forest, warning It's Santana he fucks, Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks I see you clear, my antennas is up And that hand-scale is still in my pocket What you want? (What you want?) Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?) Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?) Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us) Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt Your corpse, flies will emerge [Chorus] [Jim Jones] They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding) Now, do you wanna ride or die? Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple) I'm drunk staring B I need therapy The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture) And it all come back, like grams of the hard You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet) Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones) They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding) They try to catch me out of bounds They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded) A thug changes, and love changes And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes [Chorus]

Certified Gangsta

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Verse: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide East side high risers West side low riders vest with the four-fire Yes I fo sho fire D-I-P low rider See police, slow the ride See scwalay , nigga 'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen Keep your head up and your eyes open Load the lead up while the ride rollin Creep up on a motha like what you say fucka Well fuck him and if he live smoke him We don't appeal to the law You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off And the first bastard get fly You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply 89 wolf pack and we wylin P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea We put coke on the strip Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit [Chorus: Bezel] Since I made a gang of bucks Nah I ain't been hanging much Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck 'Cause we Certified Gangstas All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut 'Cause we Certified Gangstas [Verse: Cam'Ron] We still in ages of glocks Razors or octs 'Cause I lay in the drop Pump the base on the pocket Move the H on our block, in front of H&R Block See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock I keep the looga hug Show you how to use the snub Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love Duck the cop-cappers And them top-hatters Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators Not dead I said they alive Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my It's a straight zoo A to Z, May to April Bring the Apes through Fuck around you be ape food, baked food 9 bitches 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes Get it straight fool [Chorus] [Verse: Jim Jones] You know I ride through Lennox All eyes on my pendant But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on We come to get you till the dead and morn (Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is) Killa and Jones coppin one dawn Big birds, the rocks and our charms He got the bird, the glocks in my palm I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots As we ride he screamed out eastside All the time as I reply [Chorus]

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