The Conscious Daughters - Somethin' to Ride to (Fonky Expedition) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Special One (and CMG)]I'm just riding, sliding, let's take a little tripCMG and K and we finsta make a gripComing 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 introduceSpecial One first up from the gangsta crewKnown as TCD with a title and a rep, it's quite apparentServing funky shit to keep you motherfuckers staringPump it up, mack shit for your earsKick it loud and clear, making hoes disappearHittin' donuts in a tre' sideways, to theNext light, triple gold thangs and my shit's tightFive deep mobbin' through in The TownDeuce Tone, Gangsta Flake with the top downDamn, this shit's hittin' hard in the trunkGot me three wheel switchin' on them bitches on the next blockHeaded straight to the topAnd as long as my skills pay the bills I'ma never stopKicking that shit you lovePass the dank and a drank for the bitch to buzzIt's a ghetto thang so I bring the ghetto slangHookin' niggas like the 'caine when I do my thangFive real G's mobbin' on a missionCheck it, it's the funky expedition that we call a little something to ride to[Hook 8X]Expedition, funky expedition[Verse 2: CMG]Come and catch a thrill with the super skill rhyme flowingDaughter on attack with the knack to keep your speakers blowingRiding with a gat in my lap and one finger on a ZapLooking for some niggas in a CadillacYeah, we on point, rollin' a pointSpecial One and CMG blazin' up a jointKeepin' a steady pace in a car raceSidin' on a strip with a grip and an eighth in my glove caseNever leavin' a trace, but leaving the 5-O's blind'Cause I'm fucking conscious of these streets of mineRollin' lit with the tint shed shallowAnd I'll be back around the block for niggas to jock tomorrowFrom East O to the B town, looking for a freak nowWith hella scratch to get atCheck it, CMG on a missionTo get with some niggas to ride on this funky expedition[Hook][Interlude: Paris]Yeah, Conscious DaughtersAll up in your trunkSomethin' to ride to, feel that shit, yeahA yo, K, why don't you step up and that ass knowCheck it[Verse 3: Special One]Foothill Boulevard, the bumpy ass stripHomies steady clownin' on the gas, brake, dipIt's a conscious groove, making all my daughters moveRollin' through the town with big bass boomLet's get bigger on these niggas up the streetJock 'em for a minute let 'em take us out to eatBut I concentrate on all my niggas laterI flow to this shit 'cause I'm Special One the greaterBut it's this funky that got me gripping still like thisCome into my show, if you find, you may kissThe miss with the bomb, I never stress no tensionCome kick it with the Daughters as we take you on a funky expedition[Hook]