Ridin Slow (feat. Question, Sean Kingston & Bun B) (Explicit)

Ridin Slow(feat. Question, Sean Kingston & Bun B) (Explicit) - Nipsey Hussle/Sean Kingston (肖恩·金斯顿)/Question/Bun B

Lyrics by：Nipsey Hussle

Composed by：Nipsey Hussle

Yeah question cinematic

You know how we do it

JR I see you boy

Sean kingston it go down like this

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out mayne

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

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 going blind from the shine that these diamonds make

Deep see bond be

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 'Lac

'Til I jump in and I turn the key

I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out mayne

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

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 n***a eatin'

Chrome feet I'ma roll on the low pro

I'm ready and willing 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

I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out mayne

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'ma put my hand on the wheel

I'ma put my foot on the gas

I'ma shift my b***h 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**k 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**k 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 hell 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'

I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out mayne

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 mayne

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