Somethin’ to Ride To (Fonky Expedition) lyrics

[Verse 1: Special One]
I'm just riding, sliding, let's take a little trip
CMG and K and we finsta 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 sh*t to keep you motherf*ckers staring
Pump it up, mack sh*t for your ears
Kick it loud and clear, making hoes disappear
Hittin' donuts in a tre' sideways, to the
Next light, triple gold thangs and my sh*t's tight
Five deep mobbin' through in The Town
Deuce Tone, Gangsta Flake with the top down
Damn, this sh*t's hittin' hard in the trunk
Got me three wheel switchin' on them b*tches on the next block
Headed straight to the top
And as long as my skills pay the bills I'mma never stop
Kicking that sh*t you love
Pass the dank and a drank for the b*tch to buzz
It's a ghetto thang so I bring the ghetto slang
Hookin' n*ggas like the 'caine when I do my thang
Five real G's mobbin' on a mission
Check 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 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 n*ggas in a Cadillac
Yeah, we on point, rollin' a point
Special One and CMG blazin' up a joint
Keepin' a steady pace in a car race
Sidin' on a strip with a grip and an eighth in my glove case
Never leavin' a trace, but leaving the 5-O's blind
'Cause I'm f*cking conscious of these streets of mine
Rollin' lit with the tint shed shallow
And I'll be back around the block for n*ggas 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 n*ggas to ride on this funky expedition

[Hook]

[Interlude: Paris]
Yeah, Conscious Daughters
All up in your trunk
Somethin' to ride to, feel that sh*t, yeah
A yo, K, why don't you step up and that ass know
Check it
[Verse 3: Special One]
Foothill Boulevard, the bumpy ass strip
Homies steady clownin' on the gas, brake, dip
It's a conscious groove, making all my daughters move
Rollin' through the town with big bass boom
Let's get bigger on these n*ggas up the street
Jock 'em for a minute let 'em take us out to eat
But I concentrate on all my n*ggas later
I flow to this sh*t 'cause I'm Special One the greater
But it's this funky 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

[Hook]