Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ride off in the Sunset , by - Haiku D'Etat. Release date: 30.05.2005
Song language: English
Ride off in the Sunset |
| Ride off in the sunset |
| No, we’re not done yet |
| More to accomplish |
| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon |
| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon |
| Race through the dotted lines |
| Blocking the sunshine |
| Using a sun visor |
| Eyes on the coastline |
| Won’t hit the side rail |
| No skidding in the gravel |
| Keep off the median |
| And watch the speed when travel |
| Slow by the big rigs |
| Oversize loads |
| With my eyes on |
| The Highway Patrol |
| Penalty for littering |
| And intentionally belittling |
| The Earth and our need to keep |
| Her clean by recycling |
| Ride off in the sunset |
| No, we’re not done yet |
| More to accomplish |
| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon |
| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon |
| … «el hombre, es el tu» Eclipse got you lit like a «sobre» |
| but still spits like a «cobre» (accent on cobra) |
| I’m seeing red and I can hear the crowd «Olé!» |
| SF to NY, there’s no change to hold me |
| Raised in my culture with the G-O-D movement |
| Looking at the sunset, it ain’t even begun yet |
| Worldwide area, we blow like a trumpet |
| I’m the caterpillar killer, raw spitter moving slow |
| Feeling my flows, I’m going with a, cop a blow |
| Lock and load on the low in the van with my folks |
| Worldwide in the tow for sure, staying low |
| My ambitions as a rider, pouring out my passions |
| Blast, living fast, praying, we don’t crash |
| Got a flask full of cash, always stuck in the dash |
| Thank the Lord for protection, watching over my ass |
| Ride off in the sunset |
| No, we’re not done yet |
| More to accomplish |
| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon |
| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon |
| I’m oblivious to ridiculous attempts to undermine what’s bigging up |
| L.A., the bay, CA all day wine pimp nigga |
| What I think of nuts like you should have been done given up |
| But you don’t know when to quit, and that’s why you don’t benefit |
| And all you exports and transplants have been to dick |
| I extort many tricks like you, the Judge, Jury |
| And Executioner Zion I, Deuce Eclipse and Haiku |
| But get it right fool, I’m in my snorps emcees is weak |
| East murderous herds wars |
| Kurdish warlords of hip hop word up |
| You all tuck in your tail before I pull your fucking skirt up |
| Yeah, we top notch coming in with the flock |
| Now I’mma do you while the party people watch |
| Yeah the beat knock the crack is in a black jack |
| We in a fed black, you better respect that |
| Western Pacifica, the brotherhood is in the building |
| Inter-building, first up the Kingdom |
| Sound boy drown boy deep in the pool of the thoughts |
| I don’t know what in the hell kind of fool you thought |
| I was, you was a duz far away from the fuzz |
| Aceyalone just get down because |
| Throwing up the dub, one love |