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You want to ride?I got a rideHey girl, just imagine me and you, along the roadSwitchin from silent gear to a moany modeAll you gonna hear is 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 brainiacAnd Mixmaster) woo-hah (The four is back)Individually speakin', though I'm speakin' for the crewWe all have rides, I hope you fellas do tooMine is very powerful, yes, this is trueMine 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 standTaller and prouder than any manCrashin' through vicious, on wet roads evenIn other words, it's (Skeezin season!)And brakes of course for my protectionSo I don't waste my fuel injectionI'm makin' it clear, the way I steerI'll reach my destination (Ah, I'm here)Letras de cancionesI got a ride I got a ride, and you can look insideAnd if I ever die, I want to die with my rideI love the way it hugs, the way like it doesYou want to know why? Well, becauseIt only takes one passenger when it's hotUnless I want to share it, okay, why not?Just imagine a volcano when it's bound to erupt(You want to ride?) Come on girl, hurry upTell your mother where you're goin', and don't forgetIf your mother want to 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 knowAnd if I catch a flat, girl, give me a blow'Cause I don't carry spares, cause spares, they costAnd plus my nuts are too hard to come off(You dig it?)You see, my ride is not a stretch-limo CadillacTo tell the truth, I think my ride is much longer than thatSo if you ever see my ride, girl, face to faceI doubt that it'll fit in your parking spaceBut I'll (push) if you want to (push) if I gottaAnd we can even (push) for the hell, why nada?It's lovable and huggable and bendableI won't sell it to ya, baby, but it's rentableAnd if you're wonderin' why, I'll tell you what for(They don't make rides like this no more)I got a rideI got a ride, and you can look insideAnd if I ever die, I want to die with my rideI love the way it hugs, the way like it doesYou want to know why? Well, becauseYou see my ride A lotta fuel you give it, premium or regularAny kind of fluid from a female etceteraFour-wheel drive, so I can get there in a giffyAnd turbo-jogs in case I'm lookin' for a quickieBut the tighter the roads, the harder I'll pursueAnd my goal in my life with my ride is to shootFor the finish line, so I can get there quickAsk Bobby, Jimmy, Jack, or you can even ask (Dick)You can even ask my mechanicWhen she saw my ride, she didn't panicYou see, I got garages all over these partsSo I can park the ride whenever it gets darkI got a sunroof, so wide, you can't miss itBefore I stick my head out, I gotta unzip itHey yo, I never got a ticket, if I do one dayThey'll have a hard time towin' this baby awayI got a ride From Letras Mania