Clipse, Ab-Liva - Ride Around Shining
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[Chorus: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it,
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous,
Float around in the greatest of Porsches,
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses.
And the three behind mine, they be the clique,
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick, man!
Winter through the summer, (whaaat?) care less what it cost me,
While I'm shovelin' the snowman, call me Frosty, lova.
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires,
Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mýa,
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars; I groom 'em well,
Dior whore, Christian Lacroix,
Keep guns stashed under the floorboard,
Enough to start world war, paradise in reaches,
Home next to beaches, hair pressed, blowin' in the wind,
Shit 'bout long as Jesus.
Hostilely speaks the Gospel, so match this,
Pusha push John P. keys with these sounds of crackness, uh!
The black Martha Stewart, let me show you how to do it.
Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches,
Money piles high as my nieces,
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass,
Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass!
[Chorus: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it,
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous,
Float around in the greatest of Porsches,
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses.
And the three behind mine, they be the clique,
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick, man!
Winter through the summer, (whaaat?) care less what it cost me,
While I'm shovelin' the snowman, call me Frosty, lova.
[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
Chyeah! It's that look that astounds,
Life's a circus, I parade the 6 through these clowns,
The crown is vacant, I'm takin' the proper steps,
I'm takin' them Poppa steps, they prayin' for my downfall.
Is it the bling, the King Conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Franck Muller?
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin,
Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant.
Minute hand is like Parkinson's,
You a fish where the sharks'll swim,
In that opaque linen with the odd-colored stitchin',
V12 on the Modena, you can see the pistons.
HRE's on it, mami, see it glisten.
When I vroom make Oliver Twist like Dickens,
It's feelin' like parts is missin', tops don't push soul,
Gotta drive it like pole position 'til my soul is risen.
[Chorus: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it,
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous,
Float around in the greatest of Porsches,
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses.
And the three behind mine, they be the clique,
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick, man!
Winter through the summer, (whaaat?) care less what it cost me,
While I'm shovelin' the snowman, call me Frosty, lova.
[Verse 3: Malice]
Welcome to the world of Rollies, VS diamonds,
And that 50,000 dollar showpiece got me shinin',
First nigga holla, show me,
Let that 9 millimeter turn a fella ghostly.
Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those, who owe me,
You fuckin' faggot, you need to raise your glass and toast me!
Niggas can't figure the format for hustler criteria,
Not chrome, chrome rims with stallion insignia.
Listen, youngin, you've only just begun,
"You'll understand when you're older," said father to the son.
Who woulda thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down
And proceed with caution,
Carousel of horses with dual-exhaustion, 'fess up,
Youngin, you'll always be next up,
Go against I, forever play catch-up, nigga!
[Chorus: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it,
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous,
Float around in the greatest of Porsches,
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses.
And the three behind mine, they be the clique,
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick, man!
Winter through the summer, (whaaat?) care less what it cost me,
While I'm shovelin' the snowman, call me Frosty, lova.
All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it,
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous,
Float around in the greatest of Porsches,
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses.
And the three behind mine, they be the clique,
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick, man!
Winter through the summer, (whaaat?) care less what it cost me,
While I'm shovelin' the snowman, call me Frosty, lova.
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires,
Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mýa,
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars; I groom 'em well,
Dior whore, Christian Lacroix,
Keep guns stashed under the floorboard,
Enough to start world war, paradise in reaches,
Home next to beaches, hair pressed, blowin' in the wind,
Shit 'bout long as Jesus.
Hostilely speaks the Gospel, so match this,
Pusha push John P. keys with these sounds of crackness, uh!
The black Martha Stewart, let me show you how to do it.
Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches,
Money piles high as my nieces,
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass,
Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass!
[Chorus: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it,
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous,
Float around in the greatest of Porsches,
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses.
And the three behind mine, they be the clique,
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick, man!
Winter through the summer, (whaaat?) care less what it cost me,
While I'm shovelin' the snowman, call me Frosty, lova.
[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
Chyeah! It's that look that astounds,
Life's a circus, I parade the 6 through these clowns,
The crown is vacant, I'm takin' the proper steps,
I'm takin' them Poppa steps, they prayin' for my downfall.
Is it the bling, the King Conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Franck Muller?
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin,
Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant.
Minute hand is like Parkinson's,
You a fish where the sharks'll swim,
In that opaque linen with the odd-colored stitchin',
V12 on the Modena, you can see the pistons.
HRE's on it, mami, see it glisten.
When I vroom make Oliver Twist like Dickens,
It's feelin' like parts is missin', tops don't push soul,
Gotta drive it like pole position 'til my soul is risen.
[Chorus: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it,
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous,
Float around in the greatest of Porsches,
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses.
And the three behind mine, they be the clique,
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick, man!
Winter through the summer, (whaaat?) care less what it cost me,
While I'm shovelin' the snowman, call me Frosty, lova.
[Verse 3: Malice]
Welcome to the world of Rollies, VS diamonds,
And that 50,000 dollar showpiece got me shinin',
First nigga holla, show me,
Let that 9 millimeter turn a fella ghostly.
Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those, who owe me,
You fuckin' faggot, you need to raise your glass and toast me!
Niggas can't figure the format for hustler criteria,
Not chrome, chrome rims with stallion insignia.
Listen, youngin, you've only just begun,
"You'll understand when you're older," said father to the son.
Who woulda thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down
And proceed with caution,
Carousel of horses with dual-exhaustion, 'fess up,
Youngin, you'll always be next up,
Go against I, forever play catch-up, nigga!
[Chorus: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shinin' while I can afford it,
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous,
Float around in the greatest of Porsches,
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses.
And the three behind mine, they be the clique,
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick, man!
Winter through the summer, (whaaat?) care less what it cost me,
While I'm shovelin' the snowman, call me Frosty, lova.
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