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If you wanna dip with me, trip with me, get rich with me
Then you a world wide rider, rider
You a world wide rider, rider

If you wanna dip with me,
Uh, world wide mob figgaz (for real)
World wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) we world wide mob figgaz (for real)
World wide mob figgaz (check game
[Chorus: x2]
If you want to dip with me, trip with me, get rich with me
Then you a world wide rider (rider)
You a world wide rider (rider
The whole wide world around,
I may not know their lingo,
But I can say by jingo,
No matter where you live we can shake hands.

All all together,
I met a lot of women on the road
I'm piping this world wide and everyone knows her
But something about her makes wanna slow it
Spin the one more time
the darkest dream in the whole wide world
On DeChirico Street
It's a bat, it's a bat, it's a bat, it's a girl
On DeChirico Street                        40
this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?

Gun c***ed, six
Uhh, world wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figgaz
(O you T L A W Z)
World wide mob figgaz
(For real, for real)
World wide mob figgaz
(Check game
'n' roll band.
Sometimes I want to be a picture director,
And try to make the world understand.

By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
(Blaze up)
[Oh yeah]
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop [Sucka]
[Nothin but the cavi]
Hey, Daz
get higher
There's nothin' in this world I hold tighter
Without you I feel uneven

Make everyday our love season
Baby girl you know you're my rider
And the soft winds ride
On the willow trees
By the river side

Oh the world is sweet
The world is wide
And she's there where
The light and the darkness
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
Settle down (settle down)
Now we're over Kansas, where the clouds are floating by
The whole wide world looks back at me
Just like a mushroom pie I
together for Mr. Rock n Roll

Save me
Love me till the day I die take me to the mountain high
Baby
Guide me through the great divide and lay me by
by the ocean side
So put your hands together for Mr. Rock n Roll

He said Hey Good Lookin’, What’s Going On
A whole lotta shakin’ and a simple song
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug n****s from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
N****s is waiting for some thug s***, thats
shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug n****s from everywhere Mr. Machiavelli
N****s is waiting for some thug s***
then dump her
Sparks straight flying from the bumper
World-Wide-Hungry-Hustler
Hit that switch don't be no buster
Hop in the coupe like a toad frog
Go
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
and so dark
Stay wide awake

A world so dark
A world so cold
A world where only some will go
But not return, when will they learn
Were do they go God only
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
hard to stay rollin' when the world full of riders
Bullet tip on fire
Flyin' down sunset
Motivated to win
Like I ain't won yet
Take shit over
Hell naw I
die, can't spit it no more
All my n****z that tusslin, get yours
All my b****es that's makin money, get yours
The world ain't only mine, it's yours
presidents, and leaders
N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters
Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins
Scatter sites, knocked-out lights, projects by