Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz Album: On Top of Our Game Song: Ridin' Rims Typed by: Meekobros@aol.com Yeah nigga Young Juvie (Young Juvie) All y'all niggas Y'all know what this is (y'all know what this is) We don't ride these no more nigga We inhere wit flats nigga We sittin' on lebron back over here All y'all fake mounted aa niggas ridin' these We stop ridin' these in '99 (chicka chicka) Put that lil' boy shit up (So So Def) [Chorus 2X] [Verse 1] I got more grams than teddy got a cam in my Chevy my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm ready Look like I'm glidin' on nothin', when I ride I be skatin' I pull up swervin on niggas they don't be tryin' they be hatin' they only ridin' on 20's They might as well ride on hubs if it ain't deuces or better You might as well put 'em up cause where I'm from (from) We mount up and ride on dem big rims a whole supply of deuces that spin harder than windmills I been real (yeah) always too clean cause I pack heat or white leather guts plush bitch scream in the back seat 23's on my fuckin' street so I ride and I swerve But we too clean for the fuckin' street so I ride wit a perve [Chorus 2X] [Verse 2] I got the Chevy sittin' high by matchin' corna' ties Michael Jordans mounted up that's 23's on the ride(jizzal man) I got man in the trunk I'm workin' the Alpine Paint flippin', candy drippin', plus the wood inside drivin' a big boy drop, a T.V. in the rear The european clip on the rotatin' rim Just got 'em up out jail (and the motherfuckin' smokin') Bust a couple U-turns (With the do's wide open) Punchin' on the gas pedal make pipe start chokin' Comin' down real clean, got 66 LeBron back home Look I'm sittin' right on it driving up through the lanes On the corner straight gunnin' [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Loud pipes satin music with the judo eyes 2nd tone background with two inch ties Cut the curb on the block it's a concert line (D.F.B. send me bitch) swervin' side to side Yup the Cutlass mounted up like a H3 Hummer But it's stuntin' one on one cause I'm the number one stunna going down 20 (yu) doing more than a honda Since my paint wet they say my trunk sound like thunda' Break the law (run the red light) driving illegal In a nice ol' school flow like dead people I park where I can't hit button make my do's pop Rims go round and round custom seats lean 'n rock [Chorus 2X] [Verse 4] Now my rims spin nigga (err) every time I make a stop And I keep the chevy clean Like a flow on disk it mop When I'm posted at the light got a button that make the top drop Now hoes hoppin' on my dick like they playin' hopscotch Hhhoes hoppin' on my dick like they playin' hopscotch When I'm on the E-way you see me hit it then I'm gone Shinin' red paint and I touch that whistle Siliconin I stay deep (stay deep) hopin' at all cause I don't mind Cause I'm wood grippin' flip switchin' flippin Alpine It's pimpin' nigga So I'm a always stunt nigga pull up on the chevy and get burnt like my blunts nigga I keep good product in the hood it get delivered (delivered) Sittin' back watchin' movies in the rearview mirror [Chorus 4X]