Artist: T.I. Album: Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head Song: The Way We Ride Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus] Swingin through with some'in new, top down ridin clean Swingin-swingin through with some'in new, top down ridin clean Top-top down ridin clean, top down ridin clean Swingin-swingin through, swingin through, top down ridin clean (In my city it's the way we riiiiiide) Swingin through with some'in new, top down ridin clean Swingin-swingin through with some'in new, top down ridin clean (In my city it's the way we riiiiiide) Top-top down ridin clean, top down ridin clean Swingin-swingin through, swingin through, top down ridin clean (In my city it's the way we riiiiiide) [T.I.] Ay, got my top down on my Bentley, I keep it pimpin the most 285 I be hittin, even when there's nowhere to go My wrists'll hang out the window, my Roley shine and it shimmer You see that bad bitch who wit'cha? If I want I can get her Make her a active disciple, a MDMA{?} dipper Make my suite presidential and then I fill it with strippers Man I got chrome on my wheels, and your hoe on my dick Ride around no roof on my whip, that's how you know I'm the shit They know I'm rich, it don't matter bruh cause as fresh as I be What she do for you you pay her, what she do for me for free Cause I'm a G, still kick it with the trap nigga buyin things Swingin through with some'in new, top down ridin clean [Chorus] [T.I.] Ay, my old school is official, got them horses under my hood Yeah I'm ridin 'round on yo' side of town and I'm blowin O's of that good In the summertime I got to be, in the flyest ride, who higher than me? Nigga catch hell tryin to follow me, I bet Pimp C proud of me I got the city lights in my rearview, we loud and can't hear you Got a billion in my mirrors, it could be closer than it appear to Blowin big, stacks, all we do is that Valet my shit in fear, fuck up a chick at Saks Then it's back to the drop, hit the gas, burn a gat Got my double cup filled up, pint of lean sealed up Broad lookin for me broad day whenever I'm seen Swingin through with some'in new, top down ridin clean [Chorus] [T.I.] Ay, ride quarter million C-A-R's nigga, try me bitch you'll see AR's nigga Got purple stuff in my 20-ounce, I got bubba kush in my cigar nigga Pull string, no guitar, put down, roll the dice, what they hit for I don't know if this is yo' bitch but she on my dick, you better come get her Don't want me on yo' street with this clean paint and these white seats She's gon' be inside here, and you have no idea how she be tryin to get up in the whip whenever I'm seen Rollin through with some'in new, top down ridin clean [Chorus]