Lyrics Riderz - Cuban Link, Cap 1

Riderz

cap one
cap one you wit me baby?
cuban
yeah
sup cuz
im cocked locked and ready to rock!
AH!
doin it again this year
AH!
HU HU HU HAH
send a plane for me
hu hu hah
bring me on top uma bring that rock we gon get that chop
RIDAZ RIDAZ
I GOT MY EAST SIDE RIDAS (ridin wit me) I GOT MY MIDWEST RIDAS (ridin wit me) I
GOT MY NORTH SIDE RIDAS (ridin wit me) I GOT MY DIRTY SOUTH RIDAS (yo yo)(ridin
wit me) ya’ll niggaz better grab yo pounds add more rounds cuban link is back
in town, ask around i dont be backin down its too late ya’ll done fucked up now
buck thum down fuck them clowns, cross me its on fo' life im as cold as ice you
should have never went and rolled the dice you owe me twice dawg you know the
price i told you its an over bite look over your sholder when you roll at night
i told your soliders like they ready to hype and i cant wait to toss you over
to christ six off its over your legs, camaras action all you gonna see is
hammers blastin old school fashon spanish assassin instead leave you askin,
multiple fraction show no compassion we all in for the doe and the flashin hoes
and the action that gos wit the askin we all tryin to grow old wit some cash,
rolls and a mansion still scoot em right past back flash and i thought it was
classic spoiled wit passion talkin and laughin its war when i catch em,
fuck a dentist who ordered a slashin sportin a strap and i switched the game
niggas straped and clap and i live for pain they sportin a chain just to get
the fame, its a whole different level now shit dun changed its not the same now
this lame snitchin to the po po strait up bitchin like homos switchin they
logos gotta keep it lopro OHOH!
fo my niggas gettin money on the block in the summer when its hot wit a bundle
of rocks fence hop run in yo spot shits hot its why a nigga gotta move wit the
keys like im runnin from the borders order like im livin out of order torture
rule of the game if you talk you get slautered then i post when i pivit,
pivit and pushin packs i was an young nigga pushin lacks only took two weeks
to get back im coppin better whips seven forty five with kids niggas gettin
pulled over wit 8 balls i ride wit bricks she fill the mints pop sham and fill
a dream drop lam and philli seats goddamn i kill these beats, leave ya mind
blown posted get yo shine on cap one and cuban link bitch this is grind mode…
bitch this is grind mode
hey nore… we hustle with out limitations through trials and tribulations i
pile the plenty cakes in, through the death of a gangster i out in the matrix,
playin my posts im down in oasis, that semi chopper that kid is proper one shot
gone 100 yards i could drop ya, runnin streets wit crooks teach you how to
reach a book while weed blows in the kitchen at pirico
hit em up like pac glock in hand 1−2-3 shots pop ya man niggas better not stop
and stand or you’ll catch a few of dem, in 95 to 80 west hit the interstate wit
80 tecs mine squirt wit lazer specs and hit now what to do wit em cus im an M.O.
B. RIDA!
so when i come around through yo town best belive a would provide ya,
we all for the gats, weed, and crack im loyal to this slangin shit, killin shit,
bangin shit and no i aint explainin shit
RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!.. RIDA!