Lyrics:
(churos): uh! seat back relax take a trip with me let me show you how we doit in the big AZ(wat the fly)southwest ridaz are you feeling me. so this
the big beat
If they mouth leak
Wit big heats
Get put to sleep
Mr. Phats slash Jaco
I'm out for pecos
Go for gusto
Mobb villans we flippin'
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot
Faggot, you bitch
Ridaz 'til I die.
[Chorus:]
All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spendidng dollas. Hey Mr. DJ won't
You play that song so we
lil bit
I'm a down to earth brother, gang bangin' and rappin'
Fake blow joes not hoppin' lo-lo's
I'm tired of you bustaz and fake CO's
You can ask
Hey woo woo
NB Ridaz
Hey lil mamma
Hey lil mamma can i talk to you
Hey lil mamma can i holla at you
can i talk to you
youll be down for mine ill be
on they shirt
We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off
From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north
I'm talking Tidwell
parters over land, huh
Now listen, I be wit killaz, guerillas
Ridaz and head bustas
Drug dealers, wig splittas, and fed duckas
Don't be with no false man,
hard, like we used to on the dead homies
On the dead homies
I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga (my nigga)
My lil' homie Stunna
Hey woo woo
NB Ridaz
Hey lil mamma
Hey lil mamma can I talk to you
Hey lil mamma can I holla at you
Can I talk to you
You'll be down for mine ill be
Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood, everybody know me
Yeah, I'm Gorilla Zoe, Mr. 'Missed to stack the door'
Right there by the corner
Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me.
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I'm Gorilla Zoe, mr missed to stack the door
right der by the corner store,
West Coast Ridaz
Comin' right behind ya
Should've never f***ed wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my Row Doggs free
Bomb First
We
Um, Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well, I've heard about
Those parties, they're immoral. Mr.
Jackson I
Thought you were
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land, the southwest ghetto zone
Where all the Jugglas roam, come one, come all
And have
homie lil homie
SunnieHit Big Step I rep from the gun state to the Big Bear
Negativity kill it right there.
put them coins in the southwest Guaranteed
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
Lil' Dawg
[LIL' HAWK]
Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on
You call it Thunderbird I call that shit Jim Jones
I need a fifth
To start off
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