Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Ride’ by 7 Days of Funk. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 7 Days of Funk or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
May the funk be with you, as we toast to the boogie
We should ride out, (smoking that doja)
Roll up, til we all come down (we gettin’ over)
Til its over, we gettin’ over
Til we all come down (smoking that doja, we gettin’ over)
We should ride out (ride, ride)
Roll up (lets roll, roll)
Til we all come down (we gettin’ over, over on top of ya)
Its over, we gettin’ over
Til we all come down (smoking on that doja, we gettin’ over)
Like what my nigga, I don’t give a f*ck bout nothing my nigga
You talking bout, without a doubt
In an’ out, running out, with an half an ounce
I’m ready for you baby
Come and meet me buy me a candy drippin’ old school 80 chevy
Ready, gotti, the biz setter said his name was betty, boom
She lost it when I went into the room
I scene’d, too much of a gangster scene
Then I hit her with the gangsta lean
Doing it the way it supposed to be
We should ride
Doing it the way it supposed to be
We should ride out, (smoking that doja)
Roll up, til we all come down (we gettin’ over)
Til its over, we gettin’ over
Til we all come down (smoking that doja, we gettin’ over)
We should ride out (ride, ride)
Roll up (lets roll, roll)
Til we all come down (we gettin’ over, over on top of ya)
Its over, we gettin’ over
Til we all come down (smoking on that doja, we gettin’ over)
Skip the long, rip the bone slow
Hoppin’ and hoppin’ in the boo 6’4
Rolling with a bad one, [?]
Behind the ten, president
My residents at your expense, are you a sharp
A new fish or a new jumbo shrimp
Pulling the case ain’t no chasin’ me, or replacin’ me, no lacin’ me
I hold up the whole broom, they can see
And the kush is the reason we dank it g’
And spanky beat, in my sack
Where doctor [?] put us right back on fact
Now we can smoke to that, I spoke to cat flat
Bout the other shit connected
Uncle jim’s army and we back here protected
The funk bang, never be the same, burning up kush
We should ride out, (smoking that doja)
Roll up, til we all come down (we gettin’ over)
Til its over, we gettin’ over
Til we all come down (smoking that doja, we gettin’ over)
We should ride out (ride, ride)
Roll up (lets roll, roll)
Til we all come down (we gettin’ over, over on top of ya)
Its over, we gettin’ over
Til we all come down (smoking on that doja, we gettin’ over)