Ice-T, Feddi Demarco - Ridin' Low

Woo, uh huh, yeah Slow it down baby It feels good man, you know? Feddi Demarco It's that feel different music man Uh, Iceberg kid From Cali tippin' man, yeah The bottom of my shit's all chrome, I don't know what yours is Yo Feddi, how you ridin' baby? I'm in the star burst '64, ridin' low On them gold Daytona's and I'm slidin' slow You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for? That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho It's all about Feddi when the Chevy raise With a bitch on a blade that keep me heavy paid Black seven tre', blue bandana, dip through sets Lookin' for jewels like it's on with Santana Break pounds down to zones and I bag grams up Raw ouncin', I'm sure bouncin', yeah 40 Ouncin', liquor pourin' like water fountains For all the late night body countin' Your nigga got the urge and the tendency So deal with me, seventeen a bird, ten a ki (damn) With my blood bitch, I'm sleepin' with the enemy (geah) I call it bomb pussy off of Hennessy Different from old, same ol' shit You slippin', who hit ya? The same ol' bitch Score Pippen, when I'm flippin' cocaine bricks More bounce to the ounce, that gold frame lift, so I'm in that Bentley GT, ridin' low Twenty-four CC's and I'm slidin' slow You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for? That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho I'm in the star burst '64, ridin' low On them gold Daytona's and I'm slidin' slow You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for? That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho Livin' in the filthy west, gotta keep a Smith and a vest 'Cause you can end up stitched on a stretch Rock khaki and denim, fuck a Mitchell & Ness I got bitches, the ones who blow the whistles the best (yes) I keep her heels clickin' 'til I get a meal ticket Bitch can't get nothin' from feel different, real pimpin' Bangin' notorious up Wilshire nigga Who shot ya, nah it's more like who killed ya nigga? I don't know why but I'm so damn fly Why you starin' at my whip nigga? They easy to buy Put your bitch out on the corner, pop her ass in the air Get her head game crackin' but you probably care, son I bogart, grip the wood grain hard Baby ride with my niggas like we still in the yard Gangsta, Bloods and Crips, all about my chips My Continental's so low that it scrapes in the dips, uh I'm in that Bentley GT, ridin' low Twenty-four CC's and I'm slidin' slow You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for? That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho I'm in the star burst '64, ridin' low On them gold Daytona's and I'm slidin' slow You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for? That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho You can't see me, can't touch me, don't bother I bust nuts back in the '80's, probably your father Everything I ride slow drop to the ground Ask your bitch about me, the tightest nigga in town I park tre's in my front yard right on the grass Light up your whole block, drop the ass High pressure gauge full convertible roof Nowadays catch me in that Bentley Coupe I love lookin' out my tint at you haters on the curb Punk ass, get your weight up, get some crack and serve I might swerve into another lane, fuckin' with my navi Cops gon' pull me over 'cause I never touch the cavi Iceberg, I roll rims through the suburbs You hear shots, that's Feddi and Watts Straight pimpin' baby, play the whole bubble for real Y'all simpin' while I'm twistin' on my GT wheel I'm in that Bentley GT, ridin' low Twenty-four CC's and I'm slidin' slow You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for? That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho I'm in the star burst '64, ridin' low On them gold Daytona's and I'm slidin' slow You ain't nothin' like me, so what you eyein' me for? That bitch you with lookin', keep a eye on your ho Woo, yo Feddi my nigga, let me ride that '4 man I feel like ticklin' them switches man It's no problem, get behind them wings nigga Yeah you know you can roll nigga I know that Hand me them keys, there you go That's right Easy on the dips, my shit's low baby I know nigga, you don't do shit, I got this