• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Righteously - Lucinda Williams
• Ride Slow - Brokencyde
• Raatosielu - Azaghal

You don't have to prove
Your manhood to me constantly
I know you're the man, can't you see?
I love you righteously
Why you wanna dis me?
After the way you've been kissin' me
After those pretty things you say
And the love we made today
When you run your hand
All up and run it back down my leg
Get excited and bite my neck
Get me all worked up like that
Think this through
I laid it down for you everytime
Respect me I give you what's mine
You're entirely way too fine
Arms around my waist
You get a taste of how good this can be
Be the man you ought to tenderly
Stand up for me
Flirt with me don't keep hurtin' me
Don't cause me pain
Be my lover don't play no game
Just play me John Coltrane
You don't have to prove
Your manhood to me constantly
I know you're the man, can't you see?
I love you righteously
Why you wanna dis me?
After the way you've been kissin' me
After those pretty things you say
And the love we made today
When you run your hand
All up and run it back down my leg
Get excited and bite my neck
Get me all worked up like that
Think this through
I laid it down for you everytime
Respect me I give you what's mine
You're entirely way too fine
Arms around my waist
You get a taste of how good this can be
Be the man you ought to tenderly
Stand up for me
Flirt with me don't keep hurtin' me
Don't cause me pain
Be my lover don't play no game

(Chourus):
Ride real slow, make your speakers blow. (x6)
(Se7en):
Yeah. So hit me up, if your lookin for that kill. cause it..
I got that light white russian, and i'm still puffin.
You still nothin, bitch I'm all that you ain't.
I got some goodies in my pocket, and I call in the greats. (Aha)
Smoke kush, never fuck with the shade. Blue cheese, purple haze,
Got me stuck in a daze..
Smoke a blunt, get drunk. Pop the trunk and press play.
and listen to the motherfuckin music we make. (Motherfucker!)
Yeah, I get i popping when I hit the scene. Sip n' Lean.
Foggin up the windows in my limousine. (Bitch!)
Tell your girlfriend to quit tryin to page me.
All up on the phone like: (I love you baby) (Aha)
And you know that I'm a stunner, Got your girl on my lap, I get dome in the hummer,
26" inches off the flo in the summer. I'mma make this bitch rain, hope your ready for the thunder!
(Chourus):
Ride real slow, make your speakers blow. (x6)
(Phat J):
Cruisin in Burque, smokin on that killa man.
you got that kryptonite, grippin grains, switchin lanes..
french-inhale, while I'm puffin, beat choppin.
woah, seein slow. had them blown. but i'm on your radio.
Eyes so low, I think I'm seein them wide-screens.
swagga so clean, paint job, Ice Cream...
Parkin lot pimpin, that's how we does it playa.
You know we indie foo, and we gotta get the paper.
Rollin on blazed, So i'm choppin up the concrete.
Back and forth, so were rollin on swiss-cheese.
Got me so blissed with a sip of this 4-0
Smoke up a J then I smokes up one mo.
My watch is in high timez, smellin like a lemon-lime.
My Jane that's my neck of time.
a suit as in business guys.
Gettin high, and gettin by..
Hit me like a superfly.
Cruisin into overdirve. Until I see the cops i'm like:
(Chourus):
Ride real slow, make your speakers blow. (x6)
(Se7en):
Odale Vato! Que pasa.. Fasa.. hehe hittin switches in my lo-lo eh.. Ride Slow Hommie!
(Se7en, Screams. Phat J, Growls.):
Come On Everybody Ride Slow. Ride sloww. (x4)
Come on everybody Ride Slow. Ride Slow Hommie! (x4)
(Chourus):

Your prayers echo into emptiness
Your feet can´t carry you into safety
The walls of your church won´t hold
Your crosses won´t keep you safe
It takes every lamb
You know that He will arrive
Drunk from euphoric hate
Touched by Satan
Tireless oppressor
Dead dog from Hell
Rips apart, lacerates
Eats you and your sins
Takes you to languish
Overrun by panic
Makes your carcase soul scream