Propane

Rittz

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Played: 64

Album:

Top of the Line

Genres:

Hip hop
Rap
Southern rap
Strange music
Underground hip hop

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[Intro: Rittz] Ridin' in my Caddy, El Dorado on my gold things Speakers in the trunk and they be screamin' causin' road rage And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered, I don't answer when my phone rings Makin' money in the music business like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane Oh bang [Chorus: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk and they be screamin' causin' road rage (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah) And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings Makin' money in the music business like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire (Yeah) Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire (Yeah) I'm on fire [Verse 1: Rittz] Rittz up in this bitch, they should nickname me classic Drivin' a classic Cadillac, I fashion it in traffic Bout' to drop a classic album, here's a classic song to match it Jordans on my feet, I hit the gas and then I pass 'em Smell the weed I'm chiefin', had to crack the window, gaspin' Cussin' out my homie 'cause he's ashin' on the missus in the back, I said you pushin' it You almost burned a hole right through the cushions in my pillow seats, they padded like a mattress Million dollar motive, call me Jonny Global Funny I remember how it felt when I was local Now we travel coast to coast, Spanish bitches holler, "Hola" When I'm in my Arizona home, it's candy-coated LoLo When you ride in chrome or solid gold, you gotta showboat In my Monte Carlo 'bout to valet park it up at Fogo Haters they can hate but they can't take away my mojo I took my lady home, I hit the club and rolled up solo When I'm [Chorus: Rittz] Ridin' in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk and they be screamin' causin' road rage And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings Makin' money in the music business like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire [Verse 2: MJG] I'm Pimp Tight, M-J-G, I thought I told you serious Not a joker, real juicy pussy poker I-55 driver, never in a disguise, a real nigga for real 90's era survivor Keep hoes hoein' as long as the wind blowin' As long as her friend goin', that's how you get ten goin' That's multiplication and communication at its best Power and pimpin', my manipulation is a test For all of the ones who think they are the greatest Their popularity is sinkin' 'cause there you go again thinkin' Now I done told y'all niggas wantin' to be the best You gotta learn from the best 'cause we invented the rest Yeah me and my O.G's, The Run D-M-C's E-P-M-D's, Rakim's and Eric B.'s The Geto Boys, the Bun B's, and the Pimp C's You might could charge a trick but you can't charge these [Verse 3: Devin The Dude] I'm gone like a drone, high in the sky I'm behind the wheel but I feel like a fly Pulling up chromey, got some cookies on me Continue to keep cool with cops all around me It's hot as Tabasco, press on the gas slow Blew at an ugly bitch, she had a whole bunch of ass though Creepin', bendin' corners like I did in '96 One-fifty a gallon for gas, used to be higher'n a bitch Ride all day, smoke all night And play some funky music I hope y'all like In the hood all good, Kenwood with the woofers Pulling up on D-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers Look at D is what they say when they see me when I be coastin' They be askin' me for weed because they know that I be smokin' Every day, all day, nigga, 24/7 I give them a hit then split They be like, "Give me more, Devin" But I'm [Chorus: Rittz] Ridin' in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk and they be screamin' causin' road rage And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings Makin' money in the music business like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire I'm on fire (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah)