Artist: Rapsody f/ Busta Rhymes, GQ Album: Laila's Wisdom Song: Ridin' Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Ridin, tryna survive it Uh... Liquor so dark (dark) And the club so lit (lit) And my mind so gone (gone) And my soul so sick (sick) [Chorus] Went searching for myself, and I ain't find shit AW SHIT! WHY EVERYWHERE I GO IT TURN INTO SOME SHIT? Ridin... She ridin... (Where you goin?!) Went searching for myself, and I ain't find shit AW SHIT! WHY EVERYWHERE I GO IT TURN INTO SOME SHIT? [Rapsody] Uh, dark clouds surround you everywhere you go, I know the type You only attract violent, self-esteem issue kinda types Club wit your children, fifth of liquor and some skittiwee~! Try to run that game on me but baby you shittin me~! Same hemoglobin, family tree, I know you very well We all got somebody in our family that we can't save from hell Pressure, pain, memories of bad thangs you been through Cried so many tears, it's surprising you ain't mildewed Look at me! Can't do it, know that I'ma see through ya Runnin wit them funny folk, we know they won't see to ya Loved ones gon' RIDE witcha, don't turn your back on me Truth hurt, I know it do, but PLEASE DON'T LIE TO ME Good or bad I'm here for ya, that's what you call family The world goin crazy, it's easy lose to lose your sanity Lookin for a way out, see you beefin wit dem rah-rahs Searchin for yourself, I see you nightly when you drive-by This nigga, that nigga, don't matter if they holla You let 'em in, next thing you gotta another baby Dada Circlin, circlin, ridin, smokin, ya high too Tryna find the voice that can tell you where to find you [Chorus] [GQ] Brain scattered like showers I'm losin power, my life is startin to fuck wit me Dealin wit lots of feelings, depression becoming publicly Luckily I'm in line, I'll be damn if a nigga cuttin me Climb a mountain for mo', no safety, or rush for me Take a shuttle to space, space is never enough for me Peddlin by the moon, they assumin someone abducted me Judgin me by the day, aliens criticizin Know why you hate to watch cause my timin is hypnotizing They tell me, shoot for the stars, may need to cop me a rifle Changin like Choirboy on that day he forgot his Bible Never try to adjust, you just fuckin try to complain And I try to do not like you, in my view, we ain't the same Monthly collectin mo' the feelin how I'm vibin Everythang for the ones I love got my mind ridin Turbulence, hopefully my wings hold Good wishes and prayers, we gon' need those {*beat changes*} [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Just gimme a little prev- You, where you want me at? Turn me- ...right there? Turn me-... Turn me up some! Turn me up some! [Rapsody] 8:07 P.M. on the dot Party round the way if you tryna catch a ride Don't matter what you wear, ain't no code for the night Just hurry up tho, we all tryna slide Girls in free, boys pay five My backseat full, everybody let's ride Turn - the - volume - way - up - high Yo - that's - my - jam, she - spit - that AHH! If a cop knock, everybody - shh! Drop Hide the liquor, we don't wanna get popped! (popped!) "Mr. Officer, is there a problem? This was a just a small get toge-ther I understand, we can help you solve it No problem, we'll turn down the volume No problem, we'll turn down the volume No problem, we'll turn down the volume" Turn it up, up! Turn it UP, UP! Turn it up, up! Turn it UP, UP! Turn it up, up! Turn it UP, UP! Turn it up, up! Turn it UP, UP! [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Just gimme a little prev- You, where you want me at? Turn me- ...right there? Turn me-... Turn me-... Turn me up some! Tenth decibel Turn me up some! Tenth decibel Turn me up some! Tenth decibel Turn me up some! Turn me up some! Just a lil' more Turn me up some! Tenth decibel Turn me up some! ...decibel Turn me up some!