Let's Ride

Jones, Capo Status You know what this is about, 'bout riders All my states around this country All my ghettos, my niggaz ready to ride R.I.P, Biggie Smalls, this one's for you We some riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and get high, let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride now let's ride Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip Big ass guns in a stolen whip but if you got weed then roll the shit You rollin' with them rollin' Dips, straight up weed no poofin' these Straight up G's no doopin' me, crazy be's that shoot up shit Major cheese off of movin' bricks From cuttin' up rain to shuflin' rain Baggin' these hoes, fuckin' some dames Waking up morning and fuck is the name I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows Stuntin' hard like 50 thou I keep my goons my niggaz wild Shootin' that thing till ya shit go blaow The palmin' cheese can't come my needs Hatian niggaz bombin' weed Gats mo-mo, techs gon' blow, all in these streets Shots with a four pound, AK when it go 'round Don't play when it go 'round In little Haiti them niggaz crazy like "Get 'em, baby" Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride and let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride now let's ride Call my gang to bust, know you fags ain't dangerous Must be high off Angel Dust To think that you can bang wit' us hang wit' us Tape you to the hood no thang with us Shoot up ya club get ya mangled up I call my gangstas up and get ya faggot ass tangled up Now what you bitches, step on the corner wit' a bunch of G's Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police Me, myself, I run the streets wit' no regard like, "Oh my God" We just sittin' here not to lose, high off weed with lots of booze Call my G's when I got to move 'Cause I drop 100 G's when I dropped the Coupe Niggaz found a way tryna take my life 'Cause I run 'round the way wit' a neck full of ice Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite So if you niggaz want war we can do it tonight I'm prayin' to the Lord that optimize Dip Set Byrd Gang know I'ma ride And I'ma rep till my last breath Take a pull of my last hit Pull up on these niggaz and blast the bitch East side when I mask the bitch We ride on some panther shit, gotta go prac, lotta load gats If a niggaz run on me then I gotta go back, back And we gon' ride out, just ride and get high And just ride and get high add let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride now let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride, now let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire Listen lame, I'm insane to this game, get this flame in ya brain Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang You know we riders, I hope you know we riders You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Yo, who is realer than us? We'll turn jailers to smuts I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go Taylor my Chucks You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice Faggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite My niggaz blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite Shout to my man Tito Lino facin' natural life I'm just natural nice, you's hermaphrodite My man Zeke be home three nigga pass the kite This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right Cabbage sliced, matchin' chain, matchin' Nikes You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees I done crowd the please, wit about a thousand keys Ask about me, I ain't gotta break a smile to cheese