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Peter Rowan (Peter Rowan) · Peter Rowan with the Red Hot Pickers (Peter Rowan) · Peter Rowan (Peter Rowan) · Rowan & Wild Stallions (Peter Rowan & the Wild Stallions) · Riding High with the Paragons (The Paragons) · Riding High (Faze-O) · Riding High [Direct Source] (Bob Marley) · Ethel's Riding High (Ethel Merman) · Riding High [Premier/Charly] (Bob Marley) · They're Riding High Say Archie: Golden Classics (The Chordettes) – and 90 other albums »


and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan, and finally I got the brilliant idea one day to take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the world and string 'em
A young man rode with his head held high
Under the Texas sun
And no one guessed that a man so blessed
Would perish by the gun
Lord, would perish
of the essence when you're hanging by a thread
And the answer to your questions won't unravel in your head
When you're staring at forever from the edge of life's
forever in the stars up above
No need to worry, you can slide on over
We're riding high on a runaway love
We're riding high on a runaway love

Ten
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
gon be a throwback - [2x]

[talking]
Know I'm saying, gripping wood
Riding through the hood, and feeling good
Just like we say down in Texas, it's
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band

I turned in my drum and I started to rap
Now beats I make, make my bank so fat
It's Too $hort, on the mic
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and I started to rap
Now the beats I make, make my bank so fat
It's Too Short, on the mic
Getting paid getting high off of weed and blunt
That's how we ball from the south to the bay we don't play
Riding dirty with tray
Hush or you lay
the last verse, I ain't even got to curse
I'm use to seeing your Impala not you riding in a hearse
You set a trend, that'll never be forgotten
Just
troops gon march
From the South to the North, look for the ice in the starch
There we go there we go, see our diamonds gon glow
Houston Texas in
troops gon march
From the South to the North, look for the ice in the starch
There we go there we go, see our diamonds gon glow
Houston Texas in
to the north, look for the ice in the starch
There we go there we go, see our diamonds gon' glow
Houston Texas in the do', pour a pint fuck a fo'
No longer
Millionaires want to hang with me
R&B girls keep singing to me
The FEDs think, I'm exchanging ki's
Everyday new car, I'm exchanging keys
Boys riding in
hear the streets
My ears be listening while the talking
Scheming, plotting, scoping
Wonder what I roll in, who I roll with
When I’m riding out
Fully
of my mind trying to shine like the sun in the sky
It's just because I want attention when I'm sliding by
Medium heavy guess I'm ready to rotate like
to the medal
Running with my cousins in Texas, Lil' Cross and Big Money
My nigga Trae and Lil' Joe, nigga all action

In the ghetto, I've been riding through