Lyrics:
Where the tribe reside on that Westside
This ain't Bed-Stuy, but it's like "Do or Die"
Contemplatin' suicide to ride by
homicides, and then it's ova...
It's yo birthday, so I know you want to ride out
Even if we only go to my house
Sip mo-eezy as we sit upon my couch
Feels good, but I know you
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
money)
Yeah my bitch, she a star, and I stamped her (stamped her)
P.E. Jordan three, that's a sampler (P.E.)
I don't wanna do it, but I gotta do it
Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho
Walk in designer, head down
the road map
Flying down the interstate Mama's head in Daddy's lap
Three blocks long and two lanes wide
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy had
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
?
Play it neutral, nigga switchin' sides
Niggas worser than these ho bitches
They don't really know whose dick to ride
In the Bentley with the stick
in my ride
And I'm fried, PA nigga worldwide
From the west side, fool!
Yeeeah, I'm serious! And this is
One of three sixteens!
Yeeeah, ya bastards!
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
what you want for Christmas
Ho ho.
I want a slay ride
A cd player
A fifty rum
She said slide down the chimney
In a pool of cum
A VCR
Ho ho ho come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me what you want for Chrismas
ho ho.
[Menajahtwa]
I want a slay ride
a cd player
a fifty rum
???
me, now her and her girlfriend wanna do me
This is for those boys in those Chevys sittin' on them King James, them 2-3s
And if you got a problem with
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
crack dealin' to rap villain, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass motherfuckers'll never see me
Bustin' with
she chose to ride wit' a G then let her ride wit' a G
The bitch don't wanna sit back and be a housewife all the time
Let the ho be what she wanna be
a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villain, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass
at the boathouse, let it carry me away
Now I don't wanna know how it feels to step aside
So I'm leavin' here on a wicked ride
Or I could be back at the alehouse,
She took me to the sky, for love
Oh how she took me,
For love
Stripped me down and watch me
For love, she made me scream,
Deep for love
Baby rides
long, you'll be addicted to pain
I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name
Why do you
of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
ma, how you, know niggas wanna buy you
But see me I wanna "Fuck for Free" like Akinyele
Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly
If it's
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