Dem Franchize Boyz — Ridin' Rims lyrics

Yeah nigga, (young juve) all yall niggas, (yall know what this is) we
Don't ride dees no mo nigga, we in
Here wit flats nigga, we sittin' on lebron back ova here, all yall fake mounted aa niggas ridin' dees, we stop ridin' dees in '99 (checke checke) put dat
Lil' boy shit up
(so so def)

[Chorus: X2]
If ya ridin' rimz, ya gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm
Sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha)
Des 23's (uh, ha) if yean know (uh, ha)
I got da top workin'up on 24's

[Verse:]
I got mo grams dan teddy, got a cam in my chevey, my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm
Ready look like I'm glidin' on nothin', when I ride I be skatin', I
Pull up swervi' on niggas they don't be tryin' they be hatin' they only ridin' on 20's, they might as well rid on hubs, if it ain't deuces or better, ya
Might as well
Put em' up, 'cause where I'm from (from)
We mount up and ride on dem big rims, a whole supply of deuces that spin harder than windmills, I been real,(yeah) always too clean 'cause I pack heat, or
White leather guts
Plush, bitch scream in da back seat
23's on my fuckin' feet so I ride and I
Swerve, but we too clean for da
Fuckin' street so we park on the curb

[Chorus: X2]

[Verse 2:]
I got da chevey sittin' high, by matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride(jizzal man)i got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine,
Paint dippin', candy drippin', plus da wood inside, drivi' a big boy drop, a T. V. In da rear, da european clip on da rotatin' rim just got em up out jail
(and dat mothafuckin' smokin') buss a couple you turns
(wit da dos wide open) punchin' on da gas pedal, make pipe start chokin', comin' down real clean, got66
Lebron back home, look I'm sittin' right on it, comin' up in da lane,
On da corna' straight gunnin'

[Chorus: X2]

[Verse 3:]
Loud pipes, satin music, wit da judo eyes, 2nd tone wit 2inch ties
Cut curb on da block, it's a concert line
(dfb snd me bitch) swervin'
Side to side. Yup da cutlits mounted up like a h3 humma, but it's stuntin' 1on1 'cause I'm da #1 stunna, goin' down 20 (yu) doin' mo than a honda, since my
Paint wet, day say my
Trunk sound like thunda, break da law,
(run da red light) drivin' illeagal, in a nice ol' school, flow like dead people, I park where I can't, hit button make my do's pop, rimz go roun and
Round,
Custom seats lean 'n rock

[Chorus: X2]

[Verse 4:]
Now my rimz spin nigga, err time I make a stop, and I keep dat chevey clean, likie a flow ondisk it mop, when I'm posted at da light
Got a button dat make da top drop now hoes hoppin' on my dick like
They playin' hopscotch hhhoes hoppin on my dick like they playin'
Hopscotch, when I'm on da freeway ya
See me hit it den I'm gone, shinin'
Red paint and I touch dat whistle
Siliconen I stay deep (stay deep) hopin' at all 'cause I don't mind, I
Grip flippin', flip switchin', while
Flippin alpine, it's pimpin' nigga
So I'm a always stunt nigga, pull up on da chevey and burnt like my
Blunts nigga, I keep good product in
Da hood it get delivered (delivered)
Sinbad watchin' movies in da rearview mirror

(chorus x4)
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Songwriters: BERNARD LEVERETTE, COURTNEY TRAVIS, GERALD TILLER, JAMALL WILLINGHAM, MAURICE GLEATON
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