Lyrics:
horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank,
and they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd,
rich
You broke ima have the last laugh
R.I.P to juice x peep big 2pac
Don't wanna die eighteen
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die
buried
Them b****es die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'm a ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
'em all
I might chill a lil, take my time
But i can dig a grave and go bury you
Clear The Evidence And go disappear like the dark night, i'm the 2pac
give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl, you gotta love your man
Girl, you gotta love your man
Take him by
mai I ko papa he'e nalu
Flyin by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride
Aloha e aloha e
'Ano 'ai ke aloha e
Aloha ae aloha e
A nu ay ki aloha e [x2
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
A day or two ago
I
You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh, the fundamental things apply,
As time goes by
An' when two lovers woo,
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle
was thinking I'm 2pac (Nigga!)
Happy I survived it
Had me feeling like 50 (Like 50)
Ever since that day
I cannot move without
Two glocks (I can't!)
Let
smoke bitches say i'm too high
Living the life of Biggie and 2Pac
Nigga you know who shot
The day Jay Z go broke nigga when Snupe stop
That will be never
Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina
Good-bye
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
ban us on Capitol Hill
'Cause it's "Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
All along it was the ghetto, nothing but the ghetto
Taking short steps
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
Check, check, check, check, check
It go ride to it, ride to it
'cause you never know
When a bullet might hit and you die to it
Die to it
Die to it,
me and you
[Outro]
(2x)Can you smoke it right
In the back seat of my car
Choppin up this pa-per(paper)
Wit my homies do-or-die
1st time:(oh yeah)
2
I ain't finished
Chest to your head
Until all you motherfuckers diminish
I hope y'all ready to ride
Cause it's do or die if not, stay inside
I hope
Yeah, but we stay hot
Now would you die for your nigga?
Yeah I'd die for my nigga
Would you ride for your nigga?
I gets lie for my nigga
Would you
horse and ride away"
"Oh father you will surely die
If I don't take the chance to try
And pay the price and not take your advice
For that reason I
we RIDE
And if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn me?
The death of a true thug
And still, we try to change
cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
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