Tytuł: Get Yo Ride On

• Wykonawca: Mack 10
• Wyświetleń: 334

Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
  You ready Eiht?
  
  MC Eiht: Yeah, c'mon
  
  Verse 1: Mack 10
  
  I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat
  got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
  addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
  with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
  moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger"
  I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?"
  I can't switch over night and be good
  and I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
  so I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
  twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
  got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat
  so I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck
  he said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated
  and here's the extra clip incase you might need it"
  get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
  throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on
  
  Chorus:
  Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
  you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
  get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
  nobody rides like these killas from the west
  
  Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
  you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
  get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
  nobody rides like these killas from the west
  
  Verse 2: Eazy E
  
  1, 2, 3, and to the 4
  Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome
  cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
  I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
  now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin
  more bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin
  keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped
  for the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a
  Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
  send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
  peep, nigga I don't sleep
  bury muthafuckas in the concrete
  you try to creep kinda slow in a Astro
  but I'm peepin niggas out in my left window
  so I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
  yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 3: MC Eiht
  
  Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick
  which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
  slick, but not like Rick, the gang story
  G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry
  don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path
  catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath
  slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
  that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
  watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo
  keep the calico with extra ammo
  so and so gets blasted, to the casket
  never seen these westside G's face, we masked it
  ya'll best be defeat and be discreet
  catch the hot heat from across the street
  take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
  retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy
  
  Chorus
  
  Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house
  (yeah, Hoo-Bang one time)
  yeah, ha
  (Hoo-Bang two times)
  rest in peace Eazy E
  (the hiphop thugsta)
  (yeah)
  fa sho
  (Mack Dime)
  come on, ugh
  (all day baby, all day baby)
  WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh