(feat. Johnny P) Verse One: Belo Since I'm 'Lo let me flex this If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this Song smooth not reckless Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas Give the game up since I came up Blew my name up, check out the rhythm Make them all wanna flame up Strike a match to a lighter A message to a young ridah, on the sight of Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat b**hin to skins, saw that I can tell you where the mob at At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back Shootin back for the small scratch Trey-Fo' what you call that? Pull up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got called By the po-po, save it for the phone doe Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal Took a chill, but I still had to pose And if I pause, it's because I left my car and the phone Chorus: Johnny P Can you smoke and ride With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe Can you smoke and ride With a playa, like me, and you Verse Two: AK-47 See uhh, laid back I'ma let the proper game at two rats In the roll like two sacks Dub essential when my homey came up On the same drug for layin up they holla who that Double check, just a couple hoes Tryin to see where my head was at On some problem sh** Wish to be up within the party sh** With the blunts and Bacardi sh** With the way she was dressed she might as well Had nuttin on your body b**h Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get Nuttin but the proper cheese To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick But really doe, once a man advance And bend blocks smoke the last of these Pimp cats done CC's Heavy G's ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally Bags seized through Darnell Heavy sacks and drop-tops Now look on your map and spot Where we, R-I-D, E, and smoke Chorus Verse Three: Belo I, made my money on the DL Closed shop in the Pontiac we bail To the mall to ball we're all pall Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females To the retail Five double oh period double oh these suits The Girbaud with the boots Then I scoop, up the loot Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear Spring game in her ear Tell her Miss to please me and dance till it'll make me hear Get her dizzy off the Stanberg Girlie had to run for months to pump up but I'ma handle her Like a man, I'ma stand if I fall And when I fall, then the city better make the call Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe Only wearin in the do' what the playas know Bet y'all wanna see me n***as wanna be me Never will they pimp free, pimp costs And I get lost on the slide for the Ave gettin high while we ride Chorus (Johnny P) Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad' Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah Can I say it one more time Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad' Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride With me baby, check it out... Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride C'mon girl ride ride ride ride Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride C'mon girl ride ride ride ride Whoa yeah (whoa yeah) Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby) With my homey Belo My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby Check it out C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl Won't you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go Do you wanna go, yeahhh