Teksty piosenek: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |

Tytuł: Who ride with us

  • Wykonawca: Kurupt
  • Wyświetleń: 232

  
   Ride wit us, who ride wit us
  Chorus: repeat 4X
  Awww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us
  Who ride wit us
  [Daz]
  When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper
  wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin
  Hoppin up the 'Shaw on a Sunday, what a fun day
  Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way
  Diggy Daz a busta ain't had enough against
  rough and rough but it's never too much
  Daz Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz on that ass
  We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash
  This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
  AK front to the back cause we hard to fade
  We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmin
  to Rumble in the Jungle like Ali and Foreman
  We rippin it up, we be givin it up
  On the daily homeboy we be givin it up
  We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up
  Homeboy Diggy Daz (now with Kurupt)
  Chorus
  [Kurupt]
  Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn
  Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn
  Flippin stickin fools for chicken, scrapin the curbs
  Scrappin for the domes straight to the head Thunderbird
  I'm on it homey, me and my homegirl Diamond
  Down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin
  Daz, my closest homeboy
  California lickin switches a couple toys
  Retirin ? a couple jerseys
  Went from the sunny state to Jersey, puffin hershey
  Let off, get off, or get spin off
  spit off, set off, spun off the chest
  off the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
  Gangster Daz and Kurupt let loose
  This is it, short change dip wit us
  Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us
  Chorus
  [Daz]
  I'm tired of this (this) I'm tired of that (Daz)
  I'm bout to bust, fool where's the strap
  G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo'
  Up and down stairs beats everywhere I go
  Calico excursions, different diversions
  Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey
  on the corner chippin the curb and any busta
  get close enough we servin
  [Kurupt]
  Homey don't get nervous
  Beware, Daz Kurupt fool beware
  Rippin it up fool so you better beware
  of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up
  You and your all crap crew get bruised up
  I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine
  and pay dues and now I'm livin the life of crime
  Switched up, hit em up, blast or get em up
  Forty-five, Tec nines blast or hit em up
  Aww yeah
  Chorus