Lyrics:
love you Snoop Dogg)
I don't love you ho
I see my cousin Joe Cool pull me to the side
And got us all high
Now why are we high as
Venus you see us
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this
Joe
I’m really tryin for to change
This ain’t nun’ I wrote, RIP Dump
Them niggas stepped on my mains
You know my name and what I bang
Bitch you done
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
and ride away
Goodbye Cowboy Joe
You'll never know what you'll catch these days
You've got a woman from
There's something you don't know
But hangin around
Man Kojak
he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said "Don't go by the gamblin'
know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin'
light
So why the fuck you don't
Think they won't go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
And no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause
the purp is
Wit ya main bitch she forgotten
Where her skirt is
Heard my album drop and now
You kinda gettin' nervous
See I be goin' hard cause this is what I
the same clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangsters at,
know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin'
love in the wrong places
[F] A thug love
[A] Lovin them rough with pretty faces
[F] Even though he ain't right for you
[A] Joe I like this dude,
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
niggaz tried to holla
A million niggaz wasn't Joe
I see you across the club the way you move ya body slow motion wit me
Dip it low n put ya body in
fuck wit me
Specialize into that greenery
Meanin' to do
Whatever the fuck I want to do
Even if it means settin' up shop by a pre-school
(Progress)
Always ride wit it
Ima Young 9 Savage
Bitch I'm real wit it
Yeah she sucked my dick
Yet you still hit it
Cheated on my main, Yeah my side get it
Keep
the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
Well, I'mma
cocktail, you could tell, by the smell
Burn one, let the whole club know I'm here (Hey!)
Let's fly tonight
Come ride wit'cha boy and get high tonight
Roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far
You just slide in to my car
I got my eyes on 52 inch, wit my fingers
[Junior Reid]
Yes, I wanted dem to know seh real warriors don't play
And if ya romp wit' us, you have to run away
I want dem to know seh real
Harrison walks.
'Cause if ya fuck wit ours,
We leave scars,
Out of G ride cars,
Livin like stars.
Might hit tha highway,
On tha Vegas run fool ''cause its
Strippin clips bout(about) nationally
Back seats and DOB hats
Havin' sex in drop tops
Now liquor on ya mouth and spot
WERE WE R.I.D.E.
[Hook]
Can you smoke
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
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