The Ride Songtext / Lyric

[ *car crashes* ]



You wanna ride?



[ *engine starting up* ]



I got a ride






Hey girl, just imagine me and you, along the road

Switchin from silent gear to a moany mode

All you gonna hear is [ *scratching* ] that's the motor, of course

(But don't let it get hot, or you'll feel the force

Hello, my name is Kangol Kid (You can call him Kangol, if you choose)

I'm Dr. Ice (How can you tell?) You can tell by the mous'

And I'm the Educated Rapper (The brainiac

And Mixmaster) woo-hah (The four is back)

Individually speakin, though I'm speakin for the crew

We all have rides, I hope you fellas do too

Mine is very powerful, yes, this is true

Mine can do tricks (What can yours do?)

Mine won't disagree with me, it's never frontin

All I gotta say is: "Yo, let's go skeezer huntin!"

After those command my ride will stand

Taller and prouder than any man

Crashin through vicious, on wet roads even

In other words, it's (Skeezin season!)

And brakes of course for my protection

So I don't waste my fuel injection

I'm makin it clear, the way I steer

I'll reach my destination - (Ah, I'm here)



I got a ride



I got a ride, and you can look inside

And if I ever die, I wanna die with my ride

I love the way it hugs, the way like it does

You wanna know why? Well, because...



It only takes one passenger when it's hot

Unless I wanna share it, okay, why not?

Just imagine a volcano when it's bound to erupt

(You wanna ride?) Come on girl, hurry up

Tell your mother where you're goin, and don't forget

If your mother wanna come, tell your pops: "Don't fret"

If he wants you home soon, tell him that's insane

(And if he says: "Picture that") consider it framed

(I got a ride) As if you didn't know

And if I catch a flat, girl, give me a blow

Cause I don't carry spares, cause spares, they cost

And plus my nuts are too hard to come off

(You dig it?)

You see, my ride is not a stretch-limo Cadillac

To tell the truth, I think my ride is much longer than that

So if you ever see my ride, girl, face to face

I doubt that it'll fit in your parking space

But I'll (push) if you wanna (push) if I gotta

And we can even (push) for the hell, why nada?

It's lovable and huggable and bendable

I won't sell it to ya, baby, but it's rentable

And if you're wonderin why, I'll tell you what for

(They don't make rides like this no more)



I got a ride



I got a ride, and you can look inside

And if I ever die, I wanna die with my ride

I love the way it hugs, the way like it does

You wanna know why? Well, because...



You see my ride

A lotta fuel you give it, premium or regular

Any kind of fluid from a female etcetera

Four-wheel drive, so I can get there in a giffy

And turbo-jogs in case I'm lookin for a quickie

But the tighter the roads, the harder I'll pursue

And my goal in my life with my ride is to shoot

For the finish line, so I can get there quick

Ask Bobby, Jimmy, Jack, or you can even ask (Dick)

You can even ask my mechanic

When she saw my ride, she didn't panic

You see, I got garages all over these parts

So I can park the ride whenever it gets dark

I got a sunroof, so wide, you can't miss it

Before I stick my head out, I gotta unzip it

Hey yo, I never got a ticket, if I do one day

They'll have a hard time towin this baby away



I got a ride