Chingo Bling — Ride It Out lyrics

Lyrics

All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas.
Hey Mr. DJ won’t
You play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'.
We say eeooh ride it out
Baby, ride out. Eeooh ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)
Abre las puertas muy abiertas let the southwest shine. Hungry like I’m homeless
and I can’t stop
My grind. I tell you’ll struggle but '06 is mine. Magic City’s like kronick,
see my blood shine
Eyes. I couldn’t stop this even if I tried when I’m at the car show I got them
sayin' brown pride
Like Roger Troutman, talkbox, so fly dropped the slow jams to make the young
girls cry. Not just
The verse, homie this is my life ever since my first solo back in '95.
My home studio brought hits
Everytime that’s why I gotta claim NB Ridaz 'til I die
All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spendidng dollas.
Hey Mr. DJ won’t
You play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'.
We say eeooh ride it out
Baby, ride out. Eeooh ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)
When I step in the club all men just waitin' to ball. Shinnin' bright like a
super star. Shorties
All around. Yeah it’s goin' down. Take a look now and what did I found.
I’m starin' eight little
Mama’s ven aqui, como te llamas. Yeah, I like how you workin' that ass.
they call me gemini and
You lookin' hella fly, just wanna see if we could chat. If only for a minute
I’m tryin' to get to
Know you better. I don’t dance but I might two-step with you girl.
And how about after this we
Jump in the six and ride out. You know what it is
All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas.
Hey Mr. DJ won’t
You play that song so we could keep ity crunk 'til the early mornin'.
We say eeooh ride it out
Baby, ride out. Eeooh ride it out baby ride out
Its Chingo Bling-o stackin' paper like Kinko’s. Catch me on mtv yo sabado,
domingos. Dale, que te
Resbale. You got the masa, Chingo’s got the tamale. I got the jalapeno flow,
big chile H-town
Your prima wants to join us then baby I’m down. She showed me her panties and
did a little
Something. She got that sexy side burns like a chanti. She does the dishes does
real big
Breakfasts’s, mmh delicious, pastel de tres lecheses. I want a girl like you
not a sicia. La
Chapulina no contaron con mi astucia
All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas.
Hey Mr. DJ won’t
You play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'.
We say eeooh ride it out
Baby, ride out. Eeooh ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)
I’m with my damas sippin' SA (yeah). Rollin' through LA. Put them beat robs
them beat we don’t
Play. I’m rappin' 'round up in the low-low the covered with co-co.
Yet Guerilla rollin' up Padro
Ira, Ira, mami as hot as fajitas. Gone up to go fish a tequila. I just came
from the other side of
The border tryin' to get my ass back up in California (yeah). In the dark
caught with them good
Aromas. Yeah it was some of that broner rebollas. I’m like the vatos whenever
my pockets are
Sacos, you mess around I’ll leave your ass up in a bottle
All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas.
Hey Mr. DJ won’t
You play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'.
We say eeooh ride it out
Baby, ride out. Eeooh ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)
It’s your boy Guerilla be-L-A-see-K
MAGIC CITY. Clappin' in the building. MAGIC CITY. MAGIC CITY. Comin' real soon.
MAGIC CITY
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