Lyrical Breakdown of We Gonna Ride (ft. Rasaq) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chamillionaire weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "We Gonna Ride (ft. Rasaq)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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It tip down like that sometimes baby
You know what I'm talking about?
We gon' ride forever stuntin' while the pop strong blow
We gon' buy cause real ballers eat at Pappadeaux's
I got donut glaze on the door of my Caddy
Rolling on candy, nigga I spend dough in Miami
I got bad red bones that I won't show to my family
Cause if you show her to the po' she gon' show you them panties
Talking down on the south niggas must be absurd
We been rapping hard but we just getting heard
Plenty players in the game that's a god damn shame
Now everybody wanna talk with a southern slang
Them boys up north, them boys from the west
They tell me not to plex but I'mma get it off my chest
How you gon' act like the south don't shine
Nigga we the hardest my ad-libs gon' co-sign
When niggas talk with purpose while I'm holding my nuts
Even niggas that ain't us, wanna sound like us
Okay, okay, if you say we ain't got no lyrics
Got a verse for you ho ass niggas I know you wanna hear it
Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up, style I'm finna switch it up
Diamonds finna glisten up, y'all niggas better listen up
Flip 'em up, rip 'em up, got an AK to shoot your kitchen up
Leave your family twitching up, shell
Catchers I don't got to pick 'em up
Naw I'mma stop, it ain't all about the skill
Down here all that matters is how much you real
I'mma give it to you straight like poppin' a pill
Before the south got a deal, been swangin' in Seville
If you flippin'
Feed your tank another ten
If you pimping, her and friends
I ain't tripping, get your ends
If you been in the pen
Pop this in and lift your chin
Tatted skin, get some ends
And throw some glitter in your grin
Man, once again, put this dank off in the wind
You on smoke? And that's for them
Put some drank off in your chin
Remember back about ten, majors wouldn't let us in
Serving screw is a lifestyle but they treat it like it's a trend
Man, they like Koopa tell me where the hell you been
Man I been dealing with family and taking care of Ben
Franklin ain't the end, I was here when it begins
If you riding rims, celebrate by letting 'em spin
I brought some new ones in to replace the old Lorenz
What type of rims? That depends, is it the truck, the bike or van?
Had to hop out and stop my spinners on the rims
My alarm kept detecting motion poking out of them
Man I'm just saying, y'all know Koopa don't be playing
I'm just saying, I be laying with the flat TVs that's playing
Sometimes I feel like ripping, sometimes I'm tipping
Niggas in the streets tryna find out if it's written
Yo, Chamillitary mayne