Somethin' to Ride to (Fonky Expedition)

I'm just riding, siding, let's take a little trip

CMG and K, and we fits to make a grip

Coming straight from out the O, so you know that

We got the funky track that's phat

But anyway, it's my turn, so let me introduce

Special One, first up from the gangsta crew

Known as TCD, with a title and a rep, it's quite apparent

Serving funky shit to keep you motherfuckers staring

Pump it up, mack shit for your ears

Kick it loud and clear, making hoes disappear

Hitting donuts in a tre' sideways, to the

Next light, triple gold things and my shit's tight

Five deep, mobbing through in the town

Deuce Tone, Gangsta Flake with the top down

Damn, this shit's hitting hard in the trunk

Got me three-wheel switching on them bitches on the next block

Headed straight to the top

And as long as my skills pay the bills, I'ma never stop

Kicking that shit you love

Pass the dank and a drank for the bitch to buzz

It's a ghetto thing, so I bring the ghetto swing

Hooking **** like the 'caine when I do my thing

Five real G's mobbing on a mission

Check it, it's the funky expedition that we call a little something to ride to

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Come and catch a thrill with the super skill, rhyme-flowing

Daughter on attack with the knack to keep your speakers blowing

Riding with a Gat in my lap and one finger on a zap

Looking for some **** in a Cadillac

Yeah, we on point, rolling in a point

Special One and CMG blazing up a joint

Keeping a steady pace in a car race

Siding on a strip with a grip and a eighth in my glove case

Never leaving a trace, but leaving the 5-O's blind

'Cause I'm fucking conscious of these streets of mine

Rolling lit with the tint shed shallow

And I'll be back around the block for **** to jock tomorrow

From East O to the B town, looking for a freak, now

With hella scratch to get at

Check it, CMG on a mission

To get with some **** to ride on this funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Yeah, Conscious Daughters

All up in your trunk

Something to ride to, feel that shit, yeah

Ayo, K, why don't you step up and let they ass know? Check it

Foothill Boulevard, the bumpy-ass strip

Homies steady clowning on the gas, brake, dip

It's a conscious groove, making all my daughters move

Rolling through the town with the big bass boom

Let's get bigger on these **** up the street

Jock 'em for a minute, let 'em take us out to eat

But I concentrate on all my **** later

I flow to this shit 'cause I'm Special One, the greater

But it's this funky beat that got me gripping still like this

Come into my show, if you fine, you may kiss

Don't mess with the bomb, I never stress no tension

Come kick it with the Daughters as we take you on a funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition

Expedition, the funky expedition