"Something 2 Ride 2" as written by Christopher E. Martin, Ryan Montgomery and Phonte Lyshod Coleman....
This is a little something to ride to
Kick back and just catch a vibe to
I'll pop me a pill i'll drink me another drink if i was you

Royce Da 5'9 (Verse 1)

I got the flyest arsenal, clip filled to capacity and you can call me the fire marshal
I’m ape shit i'm on my gorilla thing thing
Me and Preme you can call us the guillotine team
We chop off heads, pop off led, if it pops off we spending that rock star bread
We doing numbers like the box office, nigga you aint tryna box then stop talking
I got niggas from Watts to Boston, from New York to the Chi to Auston
So even if my eyes if off you other eyes is on you that belong to them killas that's gonna ride up on you (BONG!)
There's gasoline in my tongue, patron in my kidneys, weed in my lungs
Trigger on my index-finger, handling my palm, ears ringing my animal alarm
My mind is on Hannibal-lect-demanding-respect
I'm taking your life less you hand me a check

(Chorus)

I've been around seen some things sexed a lot of girls
I did my time but in my mind i'm still thinking it's my world
(Woo-hoo)
I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, im the truest
(woo-hoo)
Now tell me who's this sick and you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

Royce Da 5'9 (Verse 2)

Reigning king of the boom-bap
Bomb strapped to my chest asking where your goons at?
I'm old school like a Startech, on a voyage like Star Trek
Me unemployed is farfetched
I'm hot, i got the corduroy flow
You can picture but can't shake it the Polaroid show
I book niggas for shows and put niggas in comas
So i hope that you niggas is roamers
Cos my niggas is riders like Winona
But we just trying have a good time Willona
I'm a zoner, all i do is zone out like a stoner, as far away as Estonia
I'm a sucker for a good sucking, so tell your bitch that its best that she investing within this good-looking
Mommy would you rather fly of a niggas heads or keep your ass in the hood ducking

(Chorus)

I've been around seen some things sexed a lot of girls
I did my time but in my mind i'm still thinking its my world
(Woo-hoo)
I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, im the truest
(woo-hoo)
Now tell me who's this sick and you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

Royce Da 5'9 (Verse 3)

Pardon my French, talk English
Steal your job and discounters to five fingers
That’s why Preme is the head-nod king
My drives on my toes i got my bedrock swing
Street Hop is a culture, i rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster
I’m pie-reckless, i'm kitchen the quips sickening and my necklace is glistening it's expensive
So don’t mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (Why?)
Because my pencil is priceless
So what you running for? Nigga i'm coming for you!
If i'm the hyphen then you the under-score, true
And I’m lawless packing, i aint no designer but i got a flawless jacket, whoa!
After boom, its afternoon its night night when me a Preme come back for more

(Chorus)

I've been around seen some things sexed a lot of girls
I did my time but in my mind i'm still thinking its my world
(Woo-hoo)
I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, im the truest
(woo-hoo)
Now tell me who's this sick and you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

This is a little something to ride to
Kick back and just catch a vibe to
I'll pop me a pill i'll drink me another drink if i was you


Lyrics submitted by MARS is purple

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