The I.N.C. Ride - Masta Ace Incorporated

It’s the ride y’all, come on we’re goin on a ride

It’s the ride y’all, come on i know you wanna ride

It’s the ride y’all, come on we’re goin on a ride

It’s the ride y’lla, it’s the i.n.c.

ride

Verse one:

R to the i, d to the e, check out how we the i.n.c.

Get more biz than markie as i spark thee

Mike like lightnin, that’s frightenin, i’m hypin

Niggaz up, cuz they don’t know the score

Ooooh here comes the roar, knock on your door

I wonder who it is and who could it be Ain’t nobody but the i.n.c.

Wit mo’soul than the train i’m a reign

With 808 beats that hit big like kane

Daddy, caddy, coup deville, chill

Jump in my ride and slide down the hill

To see if we catch dem kids talking that was talkin that mess

And tryin to impress, never the lesstheless, yo I gotta let em know they can’t find us, so get behind us Cause we cruise in the i.n.c.

ride

(incorpate the i-n-c into a flow) -- 4x

From the east side, to the west side

From the north side, to the south side

From the east side, to the west side

From the north side, to the south side

Verse two:

Ain’t nobody but the a (o-kay)

And i’m not the one you wanna play (don't play)

I’m flat like a cap on a can of flat black

Let me snap back break a nigee down with my rap

Cause this is how we do Who is the crew coming through with the brand new

As we flex and get fly, you cry

The roof is on fire but my name ain’t left eye

Punks be all up on it like a charlotte hornet

But they full of chicago bull-shit cuz they don’t want it Ooooh, don’t let me sing, i’m peaking

I’m freakin, get in that ass like a g-string

And that you don’t need

We’ll be blowin up like that movie speed indeed you’re on a ride

(incorpate the i-n-c into a flow) -- 4x

From the east side, to the west side

From the north side, to the south side

From the east side, to the west side

From the north side, to the south side

You’re in a lexus, or blazer

You’re in a beamer, or a benz

You’re in a corvette, or a nissan

You’re in a sidekick, wit your friends

You’re in a caddy, a landcruiser

A range rover, a mustang

You’re in a burban with ten woofers

Then your system, it must bang

From the east, to the west

From the north, to the south

From the east, to the west

From the north, to the south

From the east, to the west

From the north, to the south

From the east, to the west

From the north, to the south

The i.n.c.

ride