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 Infinite Mass Ride LyricsAow aow wow aow wow ahyeahheeeii Aow aow wow aow how yeahheeeii **Chorus-- Ride, and slide in my G-Ride All you freaks out there Come'on an' Ride 'n slide in my G-Ride All you freaks out there {Cham} Coming round the block once again with my jam Ride, Cham is the man with love for the brown thighs And the but Stuffed, round brother On me baby, But you know you can't fade me On my crew The infinite mass late night creepin Under skirts we peepin' So whatcha gonna do [whatcha gonna do] Nothing [nada] Comprende I know you like it so Why fight it Hellatight My clique is rolling big time In lack of no beer We don't care about'em anytime Anywhere With the windows down And their hands in the air Screaming party over here [everwhere] Playa hatas around the world You better take us if not get currated in curls Coz my clique don't give a hoooo Front back side to side that's my clique and me gonna **Chorus** Ride, and slide in my G-Ride All you freaks out there C'mon 'n Ride 'n slide in my G-Ride All you freaks out there {Rod-i} Ahh yeah, Right front seat open Hands on the wheel 4n Locks on the feelin' Coz I got it goin' it's on Open the new mass ride song G-ride' n slide 'n my ride And hoochies better warn it high Or get a shot on bump'n'grind [bump'n'grind] Drink red wine, glad to be alive Bulla bulla bullet to the minute I die Coz where I'm from The players keep playin' The players ain't payin' Let your momma sing what she's sayin' Cham keep 'em on [day on] Coz today it's an all night bone Turn the pager off And kill the cellular Roll through the city and forget about the regular Is'nit And hook the fine digits up Coz tonight's the night Yo! you know what's up **Chorus** Ride, an' slide in my G-Ride All you freaks out there Come'on an' Ride 'n slide in my G-Ride All you freaks out there {Bechir} Mobin' through the city On a creep tip Loco thylin' And straight stylin' No raggin' and riding Sit up bow ow [ow] Yellow with the tenned windows With the pimp and gangsta tell'n ya I got 5 on the sac but I ain't touchin' that, D Only look up for the babes on the streets I know they couldn't see coz Pump the beast I ain't no mob but they know that Still jumpin' right of get ah Ladies wanna do the hoochie coo But the hoochie coo ain't no for me and you Coz I'm a man and use a piece of me Don't have a B but you come real cheap Bechir is the name Got fame of the game The hood cat black Now suck on that Now I'ma ride Ride RIDE R I D E R I D E {Talkbox} The freaky tail in the life of a G The freaky tail in the life of a G **Chorus** Ride, and slide in my G-Ride All you freaks out there Come'on an' Ride and slide in my G-Ride All you freaks out there Send "Ride" Ringtone to your Mobile
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