Enjoy Da Ride Lyrics

from Malpractice

"Enjoy Da Ride" is track #11 on the album Malpractice. It was written by Noble, Reggie/wailoo, Karl Amani/smith, Clifford/charles, Patrick/stewart, W..
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Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen
To the Roller Coaster Malpractice
Please stay seated, yeah and hold on even fuckin' tighter now
Cause this next section's, as big as the
Fuckin', bleedin' Ti, fuckin' Titanic

And it's called the Heart Attack Mountain
Which we feel is self-explanatory
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)

Yo, I know the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin'
Waitin' for my downfall, street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin'
All emcee's paused when they heard the album's droppin'

Nuttin' but the hottest hip hop rap concoction
Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce joints that loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit

Bang your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it
Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it
This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with?
Who the ultimate?

Stay committed, sold my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick
I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture

Hold on
This is Dr. Trevis, comin' to y'all motherfuckers live
Hold on, hold on
The Roller Coaster Malpractice
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)

Yo, yo, yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front
So hard the airbags use nasal pumps
Jump out, cock the shottie, raise 'em up
I stomp holes like the ground ain't paved enough

Inform the former, the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was
Chickens that'll run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up

I never got a Soul Train award
Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all
Trick a bitch car payment off
I'm a orangutan when the chain is off, nigga

I set trip and I slowly blas
With a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin', stains of blood on your Roley glass
When I'm, in your hood nigga throw me bags, y'all

Hold on
You've just been hit with the ultimate hardcore shit
Hold on, hold on, motherfucker
The Roller Coaster Malpractice
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)

Let's trip the night fantastic
I'm flexible, they used to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get they ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't live where we live

I can't be defeated like 'Nobody Beats the Wiz'
Like, when Daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin' man
Meth rock a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts and razors in his wristband

Slap you and your bitch, man
Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin' down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant

For this aggression, no question, M E to the F
And be flexin' as hard as my erection
Kid, learn your lesson 'cuz what if I decide to start testin'
Your joint, end the motherfuckin' session

Hold on
This is the final moment, where you motherfuckers 'bout to die
Hold on, hold on, yo
The Roller Coaster Malpractice
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)

Yo, yo, let a nigga get into it
Lubricate y'all veins with this do it fluid
I Einstein the rhymes, spit them thangs to prove it
Cross with the Mack, in fact, my game's the truest

Now I'm on the highway, doin' it my way
With Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc Friday
Performin' like the weather was warm and drop heat
On the streets through zero degree storms and

Keep the ghetto, pop your metal
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, ain't no friction
I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription, with diction

Gettin' thick when I put fire to the steaks
And burn the odds, like a iron to your face
These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin'
Make it clear, look out, Big 'Sauks is here, nigga, what?

Hold on
This is Dr, Trevis, warnin' y'all motherfuckers
Hold on, hold on
The Roller Coaster Malpractice
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)

Hold on, hold on
PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down
Hold on, hold on
The Roller Coaster Malpractice
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)

Songwriters
NOBLE, REGGIE/WAILOO, KARL AMANI/SMITH, CLIFFORD/CHARLES, PATRICK/STEWART, W.

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