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Ice‐T & Feddi Demarco - Gangsta Rap - Ridin’ Low
Gangsta Rap
01. Gangsta Rap
02. Ridin’ Low
03. New Life
04. Dear God Can You Hear Me
05. Please Believe Me
06. Pimp or Die
07. Pray
08. Step Your Game Up
09. Real Talk
10. Walking in the Rain
11. The Game’s Real
12. It’s All Love
13. Code of the Streets
14. Everything Is Going to Be Alright
15. My Baby
16. Twice the Game
Woo, uh huh, yeah
Slow it down baby
It feels good man, you know?
Feddi Demarco
It's that feel different music man
Uh, Iceberg kid
From Cali tippin' man, yeah
The bottom of my shit's all chrome, I don't know what yours is
Yo Feddi, how you ridin' baby?

I'm in the star burst '64, ridin' low
On them gold Daytona's and I'm slidin' slow
You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for?
That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho

It's all about Feddi when the Chevy raise
With a bitch on a blade that keep me heavy paid
Black seven tre', blue bandana, dip through sets
Lookin' for jewels like it's on with Santana
Break pounds down to zones and I bag grams up
Raw ouncin', I'm sure bouncin', yeah
40 Ouncin', liquor pourin' like water fountains

For all the late night body countin'
Your nigga got the urge and the tendency
So deal with me, seventeen a bird, ten a ki (damn)
With my blood bitch, I'm sleepin' with the enemy (geah)
I call it bomb pussy off of Hennessy

Different from old, same ol' shit
You slippin', who hit ya? The same ol' bitch
Score Pippen, when I'm flippin' cocaine bricks
More bounce to the ounce, that gold frame lift, so

I'm in that Bentley GT, ridin' low
Twenty-four CC's and I'm slidin' slow
You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for?
That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho
I'm in the star burst '64, ridin' low
On them gold Daytona's and I'm slidin' slow
You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for?
That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho

Livin' in the filthy west, gotta keep a Smith and a vest
'Cause you can end up stitched on a stretch
Rock khaki and denim, fuck a Mitchell & Ness
I got bitches, the ones who blow the whistles the best (yes)
I keep her heels clickin' 'til I get a meal ticket
Bitch can't get nothin' from feel different, real pimpin'
Bangin' notorious up Wilshire nigga
Who shot ya, nah it's more like who killed ya nigga?

I don't know why but I'm so damn fly
Why you starin' at my whip nigga? They easy to buy
Put your bitch out on the corner, pop her ass in the air
Get her head game crackin' but you probably care, son
I bogart, grip the wood grain hard
Baby ride with my niggas like we still in the yard
Gangsta, Bloods and Crips, all about my chips
My Continental's so low that it scrapes in the dips, uh

I'm in that Bentley GT, ridin' low
Twenty-four CC's and I'm slidin' slow
You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for?
That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho
I'm in the star burst '64, ridin' low
On them gold Daytona's and I'm slidin' slow
You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for?
That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho

You can't see me, can't touch me, don't bother
I bust nuts back in the '80's, probably your father
Everything I ride slow drop to the ground
Ask your bitch about me, the tightest nigga in town
I park tre's in my front yard right on the grass

Light up your whole block, drop the ass
High pressure gauge full convertible roof

Nowadays catch me in that Bentley Coupe
I love lookin' out my tint at you haters on the curb
Punk ass, get your weight up, get some crack and serve
I might swerve into another lane, fuckin' with my navi
Cops gon' pull me over 'cause I never touch the cavi

Iceberg, I roll rims through the suburbs
You hear shots, that's Feddi and Watts
Straight pimpin' baby, play the whole bubble for real
Y'all simpin' while I'm twistin' on my GT wheel

I'm in that Bentley GT, ridin' low
Twenty-four CC's and I'm slidin' slow
You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for?
That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho
I'm in the star burst '64, ridin' low
On them gold Daytona's and I'm slidin' slow
You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for?
That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho

Woo, yo Feddi my nigga, let me ride that '4 man
I feel like ticklin' them switches man
It's no problem, get behind them wings nigga
Yeah you know you can roll nigga
I know that
Hand me them keys, there you go
That's right
Easy on the dips, my shit's low baby
I know nigga, you don't do shit, I got this