ฟังเพลงCheck (Let's Ride) (Clean Album Version) (Explicit Album Version)

Check （Let's Ride）- Lil' Flip

I got my converse check, my pistol check

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

The respect come first then the money and the power

We got more cake to make, let's ride

I got my converse check, my pistol check

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

The respect come first then the money and the power

We got more cake to make, let's ride

They thought I'd be another one hit wonder

Until I pulled up to the V M A's in one big Hummer

You know I'm a big stunna just like Baby Fool

Brand new Bentley Fanna baby blue

Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make

You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty eight to a state

You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake

What, where I'm from we like our music screwed up

Uh, the blades chop we use jewelry and stage props

We hate cops 'cause everyday we get stopped

For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me

You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey

I got my converse check, my pistol check

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

The respect come first then the money and the power

We got more cake to make, let's ride

I got my converse check, my pistol check

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

The respect come first then the money and the power

We got more cake to make, let's ride

Yo Will-Lean let's roll man, let's ride

We gotta go homey, let's ride

You know how we do it though, let's ride

Let's ride, let's ride

Uh I'm too street to go pop but I pop heat in the street

I'm not braggin', G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep

Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head

Rest look I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you wet

Let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot

Fifty weeks on the billboard dog I'm hottoo

But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin'

Niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin'

Ten years and gunnin' just like M.O.P

Fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain't shit for free

I get that big bread, I'm making big chips

You get killed at the beginnin' I get them big strips

I got my converse check, my pistol check

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

The respect come first then the money and the power

We got more cake to make, let's ride

I got my converse check, my pistol check

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

The respect come first then the money and the power

We got more cake to make, let's ride

I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, next els and sprint phones

I'm try na own ten homes yo rap money been gone

I'm harder then y'all better yet I'm smarter then y'all

I don't need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball

I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit

Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it

You know I drop hits every time I spit fire

Who ever told you I ain't ballin'-a damn lier

I got my converse check, my pistol check

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

The respect come first then the money and the power

We got more cake to make, let's ride

I got my converse check, my pistol check

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

The respect come first then the money and the power

We got more cake to make, let's ride

Haha let's ride you know I make the music

You can ride to, get high to, get fly to

Yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggaz

I make that shit you can ride-or-die to

Holly at ya boy, Houston we have a problem

Red spider on the B, we gettin' cheddar now

another We on level now haha