Lirik Check (let's Ride) - Lil' Flip
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Tips Pencarian Lirik Favorit Anda
Anda Mengetahui Judul dan Nama Penyanyi
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
Anda Tidak mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi Mengetahui Nama Penyanyi
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
Anda Tidak Mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi mengetahui Syair
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[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 tryn'a 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<b
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 tryn'a 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<b