We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride
[Hook] S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh) We sendin' out this message to
[Money Mark] All the pretty little young and sexy women And they great-great grandma's love they way we are Make them shake they body, bodies It's the number one clique who love to party We from the bottom, M-I-A Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY?
[J.V.] I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!)
[C.O.] S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team Anything less than that, it's just a dream We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...)
[Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it Can you pig and pop the Belve And swig your jaw rap out we live it Poppi gon' get it, seven digits Seats in the six coupe made of lizards And we won't stop like puffin' it Whether it's crack or rap hustlin' Cuz we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes)
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[Trick Daddy] Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh) Play wit us, spray the damn thang See down here that's an e'eryday thang It's guns and greens on dub dukes Cop deuces half price from the boosters See thugs wasn't big enough You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P. Hoes follow along right after me It's - SNS in this bitch Matter fact, I be the best in this shit Put me on your next remix Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh) See shit get crazy dogg I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all We're packed in jumbo jets Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back For
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