[Intro]  Yeah, yeah (haha) haha  Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh)  Uh (uh-huh-uh)  Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh    [Verse 1]  Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage  Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page  Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age  Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage  When I come through, it's usually in Dickies that's beige  Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage  And it's funny how a few bucks can  Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan  It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death  We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest  I don't know you, please move to the left  Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs  I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah)  Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah)  This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it  Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump!    [Chorus]  (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and  (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now  (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now  (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride)  (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and  (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now  (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now  (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride)    [Verse 2]  Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer  Worryin bout, who say that saw ya  Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block  Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas  I'ma boss, that you can never upstand  Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can  Some of y'all caught feelings from way back  Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach  But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey  Still tucking and letting the fo' spray  Still ducking where ever the po's lay  And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA!  ...And I know Fed's seen  The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean  Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E  Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto    [Chorus]