| If you wanna ride with me
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| Through these southern Cali streets
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| Then come and ride with me
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| I’m in a light blue six-trey, top down
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| Dubs in the air, giving foos a frown
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| 8 switches in the back seat
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| 2 bitches, fascinated how I’m getting my hood riches
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| Hop out at the weed spot
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| Spending my stack
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| Haters trying to get an eye of the Compton plaque
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| Whose that, khaki suited up in chuck taylors?
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| Hat might say L.A. sometimes say the raiders
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| My ass goes up with ease
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| And the desert eagle close, if I gotta squeeze
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| Girl please don’t lean on the hood
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| I spent all day trying to clean it
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| And my money wet
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| The pumps in the dumps, 15 hunt
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| Standing too close homie we gon' dump
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| I bet my low low, hop any day
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| Gas hop even lick on the freeway
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| If you wanna ride with me
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| Through these southern Cali streets
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| Then come and ride with me
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| (Gangstas ride)
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| If you wanna ride with me
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| Through these southern Cali streets
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| Then come and ride with me
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| (Gangstas ride)
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| I’m a west coast original
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| Compton’s finest
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| Gangsta lean in the backyard behind us
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| You niggas bustas, we on the frontline
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| Y’all get caught up, we run from one time
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| Y’all pitiful I started with this rap shit
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| Way back with the blue tape on
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| Let’s get the duck sick
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| Yeah I’m with that
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| Compton all up in public
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| Aye chill y’all, since the beginning we all
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| Six-trey sideways like Paul wall
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| I keep my name on the wall like the bathroom stall
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| For the good west coast you know who to call
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| All aboard, I’m in a eight-fo' lac
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| 2 of us got weed, one of the homies pack
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| Dipping through the neighborhood
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| You don’t know where ya at?
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| You’ll lose a couple of soldiers like it was Iraq
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| If you wanna ride with me
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| Through these southern Cali streets
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| Then come and ride with me
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| (Gangstas ride)
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| If you wanna ride with me
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| Through these southern Cali streets
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| Then come and ride with me
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| (Gangstas ride)
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| Y’all got no nuts, no glory
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| The hood took me under, I stick with the story
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| I had dreams of riding, shotgun with the G’s
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| Through the enemy turf
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| So they can all could see
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| In the gangsta paradise
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| With a dangerous mind
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| Plotting on a muthafucka
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| Just the way that I grind
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| I creep up from behind
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| Hand over the blind
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| Hand over the cash
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| Keep your hands on the dash
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| Now you need medical attention like now
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| Gang of the homies trying to save yo ass
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| (Beep beep) just took your last breath
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| call out the threat and boy that’s death
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| Geah, how I could just kill a man
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| Thought the punk had balls but the fools ran
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| Niggas on the run get down where we stand
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| Switch the gat between the left and the right hand
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| Let’s ride
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| If you wanna ride with me
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| Through these southern Cali streets
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| Then come and ride with me
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| (Gangstas ride)
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| If you wanna ride with me
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| Through these southern Cali streets
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| Then come and ride with me
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| (Gangstas ride)
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| (Fingazz on the track) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come Ride With Me , by - Compton's Most Wanted. Song from the album Music To Gang Bang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп