Lyrical Breakdown of Ride Da Night - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ride Da Night" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ride Da Night" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Go Grizz (woah-oh, woah-oh)
Tonight-night, oh, woah-oh
Green light, we gon' ride the night
Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night
Fishtailin' out the parking lot
No cops, we ain't gonna stop
Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift
Hard tops, ain't no rags in here
Hit the gas and we pack the clip
Muscle cars sound mad as hell
Full throttle, I'm stuck in the fast lane
Livin' life with my foot on the pedal
Hop in the spaceship, and 200 the dash
I ain't scared to dance with the devil
Took off on the competition, I'm alone at the top
Thinkin', "Lately, who been on my level?"
Runnin' up commas and comin' in first place
That's the only thing been on my schedule
No, I can't lose, I came in breakin' the rules
And ran up a check with the rebels
Blood, sweat and tears in this shit, you was ever against us
Then that ain't some shit we can settle
Me and the gang turn up for no reason
I'm in my bag no matter the season
I told them boys I'm the best and I mean it
Ready, set, go, hit the streets and I'm speedin'
Green light, we gon' ride the night
Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night
Fishtailin' out the parking lot
No cops, we ain't gonna stop
Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift
Hard tops, ain't no rags in here
Hit the gas and we pack the clip
Muscle cars sound mad as hell
Green light, we gon' ride the night
Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night
Fishtailin' out the parking lot
No cops, we ain't gonna stop
Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift
Hard tops, ain't no rags in here
Hit the gas and we pack the clip
Muscle cars sound mad as hell
Push the button, let me put it in track
Goin' "vroom" when I give it some gas
Goin' "shoo", out of pocket, I pass
Woo, pray to God we don't crash
Woo-woo, oh, my God, that's the best
Fake stop, hit the brake, do the dash
Big race, I got paper to snatch
Jump in rank, I'm actin' bad on they ass, yeah
Took out the motor, re-did the suspension
I stand in your shit like I stand kitchen
14 inch lip on the back how I'm thuggin'
Yellow my bumper, all black how I'm comin'
Michael Jackson my caliber, Bumblebee color
Hotel for wholesale, we DoubleTree double
My emblem, my center cap under me, custom
Baby, stop bluffin', you know you ain't golden
We gon' bleed the block tonight
Full speed, that's what I like
I don't need no keys, push start to ride
Do the dash and I spaz, I just pray I don't crash, oh
Green light, we gon' ride the night
Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night
Fishtailin' out the parking lot
No cops, we ain't gonna stop
Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift
Hard tops, ain't no rags in here
Hit the gas and we pack the clip
Muscle cars sound mad as hell
Green light, we gon' ride the night
Loud pipes, we gon' ride the night
Fishtailin' out the parking lot
No cops, we ain't gonna stop
Switch gears, we gon' drag and drift
Hard tops, ain't no rags in here
Hit the gas and we pack the clip
Muscle cars sound mad as hell