Lyrics Get Yo Ride On (Feat. Eazy E and M.C. Eiht) - Mack 10, Eazy-E, MC Eiht

Get Yo Ride On (Feat. Eazy E and M.C. Eiht)

Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht?
Yeah, c’mon
I was born to ride, banging, pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry licks
Moms said, «Mack, baby watch for danger»
I said, «Momma don’t you know I’m a real gang banger?»
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
Twisting triple 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
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
1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy motherfucking with a chrome to your dome
Cruising, in my 6−4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fucking block
Now when I hit that switch I’m bouncing
More bounce to the ounce and I’m clowning
Keep the gat in my lap cause I’m fully strapped
For the car jackers, but no haps cause 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 motherfuckers in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I’m peeping niggas out in my left window
So I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
Yo, they call me motherfucking John Doe
Real thugs roll cause the Westside’s sick
Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
Slick, but not like Rick, the gang story
G’s kill and ain’t shit funny like Joe Corry
Don’t make me laugh cause I"m on the wrong the path
Catch the blood bath, it’s the aftermath
Slang strike to make money, now ain’t that simple?
That silly nigga’s wearing 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 west side G’s face, we masked it
Y’all 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 hitting pussy
Ugh, MC Eiht in the motherfucking house
(yeah, Hoo-Bang one time)
Yeah, ha
(Hoo-Bang two times)
Rest in peace Eazy E
(the hip hop thugster)
(yeah)
Fa sho
(Mack Dime)
Come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
West side riders!
Ugh