Ride Ya Bike (She’s a Biker)
[Intro]
So, when you hear them gunshots, you know it's Ron and Fox
Ron Browz
Fox Boogie
I don't think they're ready for this
Ahaha
[Hook: Ron Browz]
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
[Verse 1: Ron Browz]
(Ether Boy)
Look at me, dancing on a kitty cat
Get money, never play pity cat
Big cannons, make you take a pretty nap
Let me do it, put the city where the city at
Pick a girl, hit it with a smooth riddle
I can't dance, Mami just move a little
Big rocks, looking like a blue nickel
Big trucks, you can bring whoever cool with you
Copy that, I don't spit a sloppy rap
Any night, 20 grand, where your body at
See, we mobbin', you would think John Gotti back
Matter of fact, mommy got a Kawasaki back
[Hook: Ron Browz]
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
(Ron Browz)
Let me sit pon the n***a, throw my lips on it
It's the ill nana, bitch, I back flips on it
See, the pussy cost more than your pretty Porsche
Your boss bitch and my boy
[?]
Shit rock from Brooklyn to Ibiza
Dancefloor rockin' to your speaker
[?]
Brooklyn and Harlem in this [?]
[Hook: Ron Browz]
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
[Verse 3: Ron Browz]
You know the Tony, mix it with the Goosey
You know the Goosey makes the girls loosey
You know Lucy, I mean Spanish Lucy
Ride Gucci, hang out with Suli
Ask them, last night I made a movie
Rosé, spilled it all over my Louis (wow)
Hit the coupey, hit it with the toolie
Now she wanna get married like Cluey
I mean Chloe, y'all n***as don't know me
[?] ride it like a bike, then show me
Yeah, show me, mami, yeah, show me
[?] bottle of the Moey
[Hook: Ron Browz]
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
So, when you hear them gunshots, you know it's Ron and Fox
Ron Browz
Fox Boogie
I don't think they're ready for this
Ahaha
[Hook: Ron Browz]
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
[Verse 1: Ron Browz]
(Ether Boy)
Look at me, dancing on a kitty cat
Get money, never play pity cat
Big cannons, make you take a pretty nap
Let me do it, put the city where the city at
Pick a girl, hit it with a smooth riddle
I can't dance, Mami just move a little
Big rocks, looking like a blue nickel
Big trucks, you can bring whoever cool with you
Copy that, I don't spit a sloppy rap
Any night, 20 grand, where your body at
See, we mobbin', you would think John Gotti back
Matter of fact, mommy got a Kawasaki back
[Hook: Ron Browz]
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
(Ron Browz)
Let me sit pon the n***a, throw my lips on it
It's the ill nana, bitch, I back flips on it
See, the pussy cost more than your pretty Porsche
Your boss bitch and my boy
[?]
Shit rock from Brooklyn to Ibiza
Dancefloor rockin' to your speaker
[?]
Brooklyn and Harlem in this [?]
[Hook: Ron Browz]
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
[Verse 3: Ron Browz]
You know the Tony, mix it with the Goosey
You know the Goosey makes the girls loosey
You know Lucy, I mean Spanish Lucy
Ride Gucci, hang out with Suli
Ask them, last night I made a movie
Rosé, spilled it all over my Louis (wow)
Hit the coupey, hit it with the toolie
Now she wanna get married like Cluey
I mean Chloe, y'all n***as don't know me
[?] ride it like a bike, then show me
Yeah, show me, mami, yeah, show me
[?] bottle of the Moey
[Hook: Ron Browz]
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
She's a biker, ride ya bike (ride it)
Ride ya bike (ride it), ride ya bike (ride it)