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This song is by 40 Cal. and features Akon.

Didn't tell ya I'm a ridah, ridah
Rollin' where the cash is
Lemme rap to ya, put the chrome in the ad-libs
On parollin the rap biz
See they don't know I turn happy homes into stash cribs
See everywhere I go, triple my work
Flip five nickels, icicles, sit on my shirt
Shit I be, Sittin' ya turf, and gettin' rid of my work
I blast, it ain't the past when they diggin up dirt
See what you know about plates with weight from straight cuba,
I-95 blowin' on state troopers
Takin' dice money, just throwin' tres dueces, I'm amazin
Take ya soldiers and make juniors,
And spray rugaz that'll injure ya health, I'm real
Hit the bookie and give the benz to myself
And my friends say I'm in it for dealt, well fuck it
I'm a survivor, who else cud I depend on for help?

(Chrorus: Akon)
No mattter where I go, or where I stay, don't do it then I'm gonna do it my way, (just keep on movin now, just to keep on movin now) I gotta get this cake and get it today, and I'm gonna keep comin' if ya stand in my way (just keep on movin now, just to keep on movin now)
Just ride wit me, ride wit ya boy
And roll wit me, roll wit ya boy
Chea, now you rollin' wit 40
U rollin' wit 40
Ima ridah, disrespect the traffic light
A survior, known to hold the magnum tight
Hyptnotize ya, hoe knew I attract the dykes,
And make her go both ways like hazard lights
I keep it movin, why you think I rap this nice?
I got students, always give 'em fast advice
How to: bag, slice, grab the dice, well come walk with me, I'll get ya swagga right
What you know about Willie and he crashed the bike
Same night at Willies and the jag in white
It's not rappin', its braggin rights
While I'm laughin'
You in ya uncle benz like bags of rice, yikes