Citation Sounds & BOUND BY BLOOD - Make It Ride

Turn up
Gonna make it ride
Turn up
Turn up
Gonna make it ride
Turn up
Gonna make it ride
Turn up
Gonna make it ride
I'm on memory lane under the shade with my brother Duane
We on that porch at Grandma's Eastside was the place
And the game? Simple and plain, be the first to exclaim
That's my ride, and you reign till the streetlights change
I used to kill it with them 'Stangs cause you know that's my thang
My lil' bro Dub-K like them Caddies in beige
We sit and play that shit for days cause them whips always came
And when they lame, you look away, or you catch that blame
Like how you comin' in the lane with that hoopty my man
You'd be shamed till you roll up in that 'Vet like an ace
And then we race our way to K-Mart drop some change
On HotWheels and Matchbox cars, that's all day
Nowadays it ain't the same due to time and space
But I'll be dang if I don't feel that certain way about 'Stangs
So when I grind and put in work till my whole back aches
I think about it this way one day I'ma say
Just wait till I turn up in that blacked out 'Stang with a trunk full of bang
Gonna make it ride, ride, ride, come on
Just wait till I turn up in that bone white Camaro
Gonna make it ride, ride, ride, come on
Slide me them keys please let me get off in the breeze
Huggin' them corners cause I'm in love with them LV streets
Whether it's the north, the west, or the good ole east
East side I'ma slide throwin' my dubs up high
We can gas up that 5.0, or 79
Canary Coupe Deville and reminisce on good times
But I'm thinkin' bout the future as well
Bet that Beemer, Benz, and Bentley have them suckas' lookin' jealous as hell
So watch the plan come together cause I'm livin
Got a chick as bad as Keri Hilson we gon' stack it to the ceiling'
Mind on the million, takin' big chances
These streets paved with gold I ain't talkin' bout Kansas
Big dreams, bright lights, get green, that's right
Wanna see what that Rover like before we dim the lights
But until then it's hunnid spokes on spin
Turn up the Alpine with my seats on recline, Dub-K!
Just wait till I turn up in that blacked out 'Stang with a trunk full of bang
Gonna make it ride, ride, ride, come on
Just wait till I turn up in that bone white Camaro
Gonna make it ride, ride, ride, come on
Just wait till I turn up in that blacked out 'Stang with a trunk full of bang
Gonna make it ride, ride, ride, come on
Just wait till I turn up in that bone white Camaro
Gonna make it ride, ride, ride, come on
Turn up, turn up, gonna make it ride
Turn up, turn up, gonna make it ride

Written by:
Da'mon Spease, Devon Spease

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