Lil' Flip - Check (Let's Ride) lyrics

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]

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

[Verse 1]

They thought I'd be another one hit wonder

until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big Hummer

you know I'm a big stunna just like Baby fool

brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-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, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up

Uh, the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props

we hate cops (why) 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

[Chorus]

(talking)

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)

(tires screech)

[Verse 2]

Uh I'm too street 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 dogg I'm too hot

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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

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

I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone

I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll

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 spitt fire

whoever told you I ain't ballin-a damn lier

[Chorus]

[talking]

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

holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem

red spider on the B-we gettin cheddar now we on another level now haha