Letras: Trick Daddy. In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix).

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' slide and we add it again
T double D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy
Collard green, neckbone eatin'
Always wearin' my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin' spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and no mo' covers

A little bad mo'
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad, pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand

Trick love to kids
Trick love to kids

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' slide and we add it again
T double D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind

Cop me a seven trees Chevy, put dubs on that
Candy-apple green, lovin' it
And when I'm in it, I'll act a fool
You won't like how I'm livin', boys
That's right I'm a rude

Quick to do you, cut a fool
Weighin' in at 'bout a buck six-five in it
Plus the boy gets live
You know legs, wings, and short thighs
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides

Hot whore work her Sean John velour to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore you with mine
Disrespect, I'll disconnect your line

With a sick swat, when shit's hot, you get shot
The fire, the fury, could it not
You stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my face
For me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise with me wrong way to wise


Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, 'cause my jewelery froze

You know how it goes, these young don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' get, to silence the chit-chat, blast
So pass, outlast, 'bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killer

Trick love to kids

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' slide and we add it again
T double D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind

Look at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
Is it the cheeferry, reefer beat, blowin' my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
Of this slang and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kind of like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
Put the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks

Then I slip on some of that O with the wings
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece
Of valactic, before you slack it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
Not intended for any illegal purposes
It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us

Trick love to kids
Trick love to kids

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Slippin' slide and we add it again
T double D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind