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Artists:

Mob Figaz Ridah


Albums:

Mob Figaz Ridah Presents Thunder Knock, Vol. 1 (Mob Figaz Ridah) · The Ridah (Spice 1)


a roller coaster 
Come up beside ya 
I ain't quitin' till tha show is over 
Cause I'm a ridah 
In and out just like a robbery 
I'll probably be a freak
the motherland, make yourself at home
I got money loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money maker, player hater
Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
I got money loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)

That's right, you
zone
Thinkin'
'I don't want to die all alone'
But now ya gone
And all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
I'm drinkin' Hennessy
Impala dunk ridah. 
I'll blow ya doors off. 
You race your car 'gainst my car, 
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off. 
And when I take off, it's
Impala dunk ridah. 
I'll blow ya doors off. 
You race your car 'gainst my car, 
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off. 
And when I take off, it's
out
But now that you are gone, I'm in the zone
Thinkin' I don't wanna die all alone but now ya gone

And all I got left are stinkin' memories
I
out
But now that you are gone, I'm in the zone
Thinkin' I don't wanna die all alone but now ya gone
And all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love
I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala dunk ridah. 
I'll blow ya doors off. 
You race your car 'gainst my car, 
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
gettin fan mail from switzerland spain
And I'm bout to drop some more thug shit in the game
Remember record company rule #4080?
Watch ya back cause
somethin' for ya 
Get rocked by my midnight Glock 
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block 
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)

That's right, you
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
o one
These hoe-ass niggaz don't want none of Bun
I'm takin' the hood back

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his
to the paper
God has a favor for your thirst
Drink-drink ya pint bye-bye
To this bullshit praise Allah
To the wheels I’m a ridah
Steering your Prada
Only
to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin' right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex
somethin' for ya 
Get rocked by my midnight Glock 
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block 
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
breath 
I squeeze my Mag and I'm taggin' him to his death ridah 
Surprise the whole block when we slide up 
An expedition in business holdin' them 9's
be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get with it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that
his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get with it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get wit' it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other
run more than ten deep
Niggas be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get wit' it
Peep that