Vārdi:
Jordan Hill Ride

back on me baby I just wanna ride This feeling all night long There's no one else for me So take me where I want to be I just wanna ride This feeling

and beaks I can dare my competitor to speak Them four bow letters, K a?? I a?? LO, hello Lamborghini I break, canary yellow Interior black, like Othello Sugar Hill

saw the lady who lived in a shoe Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew For the man that was really important Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan Ride

you see a character regress Fuck ya tape homie, I pass it up, eject (Talk 2 Em!) Time to seperate the real from the lies The hills have eyes, but when the hill

why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up The new Jordans bout to

confusion My kindred spirit will burn 'til, God douse my flame 'Til then, forever I'll reign The level of my game is like, a smooth fadeaway jumpshot by Jordan

who lived in a shoe Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew For the man that was really important Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan Ride

lived in a shoe Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew For the man that was really important Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan Ride

off da riike (rack) just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback) da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black) and a size number seven in dem ben hill