G rida I"m the g rida g rida, G rida I'm the G rida G rida, G rida I'm the g rida, Fast driva I'm 90 mile tire slida in the g rida, G rida I'm the quick start Fire lighta,Hit that ramp and come off wit a clean Flya,Ride up on yah side and take out ya left spinin tire,I'm the g rida, screamin out my battle crya,!95 mad fire,can't spit no flya,spinin 0ut like crazy scream higha, talkin bout yo diamond car homie you'se a liaya,when i spin out that turn, I'm gonna make it burn,I'll show yah come on my track and learn,pull the stick shift back, hear dat clutch crack, slam into yah car and hear dat engine crack, turn around smack, I'm slidin off the track, back and forth, hit the third gear and come in to the fourth, watchin as the cops make this barracade that I'm rollin torwards, hit that e brake drift back and turn forwards,i get away call it a night and hit the car storage,G rida I'm g rida g rida, G rida I'm the g rida g rida,G rida I'm the g rida, G Driva, mean slida,I make dat engine rev,It gotta smooth tread,I drive it on the run way,talkin bout the freeway,runnin down it like a speed way,i stop at my pad and put the keys away,get the keys to a fasta car then speed away,i write my song so you can read away,I pull up in them parking lots as i run from the cops, hittin them speed bumps as I feel my tires jump, I take off into to a crowd as my engine roars aloud,And once again i'm know where to be found,Ridin smooth as my tires stick to the ground, this won't be the last time i come around,G rida I'm the G rida G rida
thats wusup! dis is real real hot! ya kno u did ya thing on dis right here i dnt even hav ta tell u ... [+]more
thats wusup! dis is real real hot! ya kno u did ya thing on dis right here i dnt even hav ta tell u dat! lol real hot papi keep doin wutcha do! [-]collapse
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