Acoustic Rap Eights (Acoustic) - Ryini Beats

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop singin' Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll I'm goin' down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa wha'? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I got that wood grain with the leather seats I got the windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin' on that doja Four of my buddies in the back screamin', "No limit soldiers!" One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Doggy, Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance so back on up Because you know we're about to rip stuff up Give me the microphone first so I can bust it like a bubble LA and Nashville together, man you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby Y'all locked out people so we're crazy I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't trippin' cause I knew one day girl you'll be my lady You'll probably have my babies I know it sounds crazy But thugs need love and if you real girl save me Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month Get up, get up, get up cash your checks and get up Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month Get up, get up, get up everybody singin' Give me two pairs 'Cause I need two pairs So I can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones Get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones Give me two pairs 'Cause I need two pairs So I can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones Get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones Colt 45 and two Zigzags Baby, that's all we need And we can go to the park after dark We can smoke that tumbleweed As the marijuana burn we can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs So stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong Sellin' tapes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint Pick out the seeds and stems Feeling high as hell, flyin' through Palmdale Skatin on Dayton rims So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupé De Ville If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell I bet my Caddy will I wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades on my Impala Calla' gettin' paid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway Making money the fly away But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story Saturday night I was at this real wild party They had the liquor overflowing the cup About five or six strippers trying to work for a buck And I took one girl outside with me Her name was Maria, she went to junior high with me I said, "Why you up in there dancing for cash? I guess a whole a lot's changed since I seen you last." She said "What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor And he's hungry And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddy's gone Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown I ain't got a job now So for you this is just a good time But for me this is what I call life"