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| [Intro]
This goes out to all riders worldwide Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride where playa hatin killers and the hood niggaz thrive And lame motherfuckers can barely survive [Verse 1] One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch Took a shower dried off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit The high discover me, hit the front porch Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them got chocolate big thighs and the other one was a redbone Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit Call up the buddies you be tight with We ain't really gon be doin too much though We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit Speedpass the clit and get passionate Grab the buckle and unfasten it and we can get into some ol' nasty shit Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high cause it feels so good [Chorus] It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good (When we ridin high) Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes Straight pimpin with nowhere to go And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood like so good (When we ridin high) Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes Straight pimpin with nowhere to go [Verse 2] Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we lust smokin some but the flame tight Trippin off how we survivin the rugged terrain and try to hang tight getting fucked up on gang night Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the scrap Even we sent Deebo back to back to back We still be holdin' stacks of packs Rollin through wit black blacks, blunt reds, ash trays, and crack sacks Hustlin and chillin's what I'm focusin on Fiendin through bitch's cribs hopin it's on If ain't no strokin we strollin along Rollin the chrome out really trippin because we take the smoke to the dome Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones glisten from all the sunlight Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight Booty hung right and every night we see at least one fight Hookin up with my fellow Westside cliques Now together we mush but when are we strapped through and rug cutters Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers Ridin every one of y'all my muhfuckers So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome We gon' to blaze on till my brain's blown Hopin to get my thang on Not matter what block you stay on kick it Round the world it's the same song (so the Mobsters just flame on) For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood Now we got up on hittin the cuz From stealin' tips where they're swum the doves mo' we got up on some bud Straight hittin' up the block searching for love Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone Smokin delight the body right what the party like Are you as live as I come roll with meso we can ride the sky But only if you let me play with you while we ridin' high cause it feels so good [Chorus] [Verse 3] Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo' cheese Bumpin a system costin 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po-P's Split the Phillie with my door keys Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin through Sit on the floor playin Tekken 2 Lesson two I'm adressin you Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew Bring out the best in you Confessin true lies about your inner thighs and where they been hopin maybe you be my lady What's the potatoes without the gravy what you feelin on maybe soft with the silicone baby but can you pay me? Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll while rockin dope flows I'll lose the spot if I choose to stop We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about how later on you comin' out your clothes, shoes and socks Now is that news or not? Come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last "O" Get a "B" and split it now watch me kill it Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro on billets take a choke on so I can really feel it Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a good life and that we know always and forever though for ever more rollin in the ghetto with nowhere to go and it feels so good [Chorus] 3X |
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