Something To Ride To Lyrics

I'm just riding, sliding

Let's take a little trip

CMG and K and we fits

To make a grip

Coming straight from out the old

So you know that we got

The funky track that's phat

But anyway, it's my time

So let me introduce

Special one first up

From the gangsta crew

Known as CCD with a title and a rep

It's quite apparent

Serving funky shit to keep you

Motherfuckers staring

Pump it up mack shit for your ears

Kick it loud and clear

Making hoes disappear

Hitting doughnuts in a tree sideways

To the next light triple gold thangs

And my shit's tight

Five beat mobbing

Through in the town

Deuce tone gangsta flake

With the top down

Damn, this shit's hitting hard in the trunk

Got me three wheel switching

On them bitches on the next block

Headed straight to the top

And as long as my

Skills pay the bills

I'm a never stop

Kicking that shit you love

Pass the dank and the drank

For the bitch to buzz

It's a ghetto thing

So I bring the ghetto swing

Hooking niggas like they came

When I do my thing

Five real G's mobbing on a mission

Check it, it's the funky expedition

That we call a little something to ride to

Expedition, funky expedition

Expedition, funky expedition...

Come and catch a thrill

With the super skill

Rhyme flowing daughter on the tack

With the neck to keep

Your speakers blowing

Riding with a gat in my lap

And the finger on a zap

Looking for some niggas in a Cadillac

Yeah, we on point
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Rolling in a point

Special wanna CMG

Blazing up a joint

Keeping a steady pace in a car race

Siding on a strip with a grip

And an 8th in my glove case

Never leaving a trace

Believing the five-o's blind

Cause I'm fucking conscious

Of these streets of mine

Rolling lit with the tinshed shallow

And I'll be back around the block

For niggas to drop tomorrow

From East Oak to the B town

Looking for a freak now

Where hella scratch to get at

Check it, CMG on a mission

To get with some niggas to

Ride on this funky expedition

Expedition, funky expedition

Expedition, funky expedition

Yeah, Conscious Daughters

All up in your trunk

Something to ride to

Feel that shit, yeah

Hey, yo, K, why don't you step up

And let that ass know

Front hill boulevard

To bumpy ass trip

Homies steady clowning

On the gas break dip

It's a conscious groove

Making all my daughters move

Rolling through the town

With the big bass boom

Let's get bigger on these

Niggas up the street

Jock 'em for a minute

Let 'em take us out to eat

But I concentrate on

All my niggas later

I flow to this shit cause

I'm special one, the greater

But it's this funky beat that

Got me gripping still like this

Come into my show

If you find, you may kiss

Don't mess with the bomb

I never stress no tension

Come kick it with the Daughters

As we take you on a funky expedition

Expedition, funky expedition

Expedition, funky expedition