- Song Name: In da Wind [Ride Out Mix][*]
- Artist Name: Trick Daddy
- Album: Thug Holiday
- Songwriters: Andre Patton, Corey Evans, Gregory Bufford, Jerome Andrew Bell, Maurice Young, Phalon Alexander, Thomas Calloway, Vaughan Carrington Mason
- Release Date: 2002.08.06
- Label: Atlantic
LYRICS FOR "In da Wind [Ride Out Mix][*]"
Hah
True Story
Thank God for the thugs too
Buddy Roe
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain
Get you a glass
It's quite alright
With the 'dro in the wind
I'm a ol' sneaky
Collard green
Always wearin' my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida
Growed up eatin' spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout four more brothers
But one home for 'em and wantin' no more covers
A little bad m*********** always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad
If you growed up the way I did you gots to understand
Trick love the kids
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain
Get you a glass
It's quite alright
With the 'dro in the wind
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy
Candy apple green
And wait a minute
Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Boy foolish
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Weighin' in at 'bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can f***
You know legs
Eat 'em up
Hot whore work her con-con
He oughta enjoy
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya f*** with mine
Disrespect
With a sick SWAT
The fire
Ya stoppin' the grace
Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole place
Recognize
F*****' with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes
Big ol' bankrolls
Throw yo' elbows
Hoes unchose
You know how it goes
Go off and get yo' gat
So pass
More sicky
Lo realer
Come clean
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain
Get you a glass
It's quite alright
With the 'dro in the wind
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain
Get you a glass
It's quite alright
With the 'dro in the wind
Look at what we got
The 'dro and all the smoke
Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches 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
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line
So bright
Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic
Before you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it
When your jack it over tragic
It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! Trick love the kids!
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain
Get you a glass
It's quite alright
With the 'dro in the wind
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain
Get you a glass
It's quite alright
With the 'dro in the wind
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