And I don't gotta wear fatigues to f**k out your s**t
My b**ch stumped when I'm laced in some flop
The baby now be on me daily, ain't no pop in the trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my jack
Must I brag, my whip pay for yours
Tagged in every chick you grab, she big on that
What, uh, uh
Hey yo, I hope you ain't tongue -kissin' your spouse
Cause I be makin' love type of cat at your house
Too slick means she be buffin' my tip
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin' my b**ch jada
If I kiss you now, you die later
Been nice since people was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me daps
Cause believe it or not, you be the one settin' the trap
You listen to y 'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nothin' y 'all cowards could do, but gots it, uh
That's the reason now y 'all players ain't got chips
Cause every time I turn around, you're on the block, uh
For those that's narrow, I just smack em' with the d**k
Give it to em' at the light like Kane's cousin Harold
The Rough Riders, the Rough Riders, the Rough Riders
The Rough Riders, the Rough Riders, the Rough Riders
The Rough Riders, the Rough Riders, the Rough Riders
Cut you and win your son, yellow and in scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a pop sucker
SP'll spin a corner while you poly with Dunn
I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one
Suckin' my d**k, and I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the hell you could get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
These niggas ain't sayin' shh until y 'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you could still flinch and get it
I ride it out of smack, you cock back and clap ya
Styles P, your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Ain't no surprise, this is only one we recognize
Baby girl, want the world, share your pops
No top, take em' in all, shape and size
No lot, put for them, ready, do or die
What, what you want, QD staring at me like, damn, where you from
You be coming at me like, can I get some
Lick your lips for this brown sugar, f**k me like a thump
If you want some, I'll
The Rough Riders, f**k
The Rough Riders, the Rough Riders, f**k
The Rough Riders, the Rough Riders, f**k
The Rough Riders, the Rough Riders, f**k
The Rough Riders
I beat the G -R -A -G dash O -N slash orphan
Karma burnin', it's orphan
They call me Dragon, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block roastin'
Like the Dutch with the flames, comatosin'
In my eyes, you can see what summer's holdin'
Realizin' every guy fried, they ain't ridin'
I burn two of the three at 130, my gun dirty
Cause it got one gravy, so you better run, hurry up
Catch one early, you wrong, tryin' to touch me
What type of issues you on?
You better throw your boots on
And your unflammable shoes on
Cause I'm comin' through in a Yukon
Black tenant, but f**kin' it
Catch you while you smokin'
Swing your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it
Cause all I happen to do, I be a one -hole
And y 'all can guess it's one slash two
Like, shoot, tryin' to out the flames
What are you, fireman?
Cause that's a hell of a backdrop
Cause my f**kin' retirement
It's my survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Every day, I show another how I love a slaughter
F**k your daughter, full of more f**kin' sponges
Taxin' businessmen for stocks, over lunches
With these, I shoot the breeze and it's thawed
Enough f**kin' from the Cuban, to build a f**kin' fort
Caught up in somethin' that I can't control
Tryin' to get a hold of a big bonus swole
Catch f**k like a cold, and I stay six or face it
Make me chase it, I'll take your life and erase it
Waste it, and I'm f**kin' streets, cause it ain't worth it
To undertake or take you under the earth
Quick, I love money, but Scramb is hot
So I snatch up my man and hit the gamblin' spot
Twenty grand is got, when I get the shot
When I get no less, what used to be his chest
Is now a mess under his f**kin' vest
