Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smokin' and Ridin', artist - Ja Rule. Album song Pain Is Love, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Def Jam Recordings Release;
Song language: English
Smokin' and Ridin' |
Gangsta. |
you know |
Huh, gangsta, c’mon, hehe |
Uhh. |
got my nigga Vin Diesel in the house, y’know |
Number one movie in the country and all that |
Haha! |
Yo. |
Nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin (YO!) |
Come on get high with us (NIGGA!) |
Come on and ride with us (BITCHES!) |
Cause, we’re. |
nuttin but some gangsters (YO!) smokin and ridin (YO!) |
Come on get high with us (C'MON NIGGAZ!) |
Come on and ride with us (YO!) |
Hey baby; |
c’mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E |
And let’s see, how quick you fall victim to this G |
I’m a gangsta BITCH, a mack like Goldie |
But I never let the strength of this money control money |
Niggas is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O. G |
I make three G’s a day, thirty-three a week |
And my hoes hardly speak — they smoke while they ride |
Just, blowin the driver, when I’m one car behind ya |
(Nuttin but some gangsters) on Daytons and lowriders |
And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz |
I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day |
Where the green is wetter, and the head is even better |
(So get high tonight. and if you rollin like I’m rollin |
You ridin right. |
and if she fuckin with them gangstas |
Ain’t nuttin nice. |
and if you knowin what I’m knowin |
Then live your life. |
cause, we’re.) |
(Cause, we’re.) |
(Nuttin but some gangsters.) Ridin by in them big trucks |
Chrome wheels spinnin and killin niggas with big bucks |
See baby I came up, from bein a thug |
From a nigga sellin them drugs on the corner throwin up slugs |
(Show me love!) All of y’all biches wanna ride with us |
(Mask and gloves!) Up when it’s time to fuck bitches |
(Wanna be loved!) All you get is hard dick off the drugs |
(Pass the bud!) Yo bitch I ain’t seen none of that dub |
But give me that Remi, a half a bottle already in me |
I cop a ounce, from one stizzy, and smoke 'til I’m dizzy |
Who ridin with me? |
Both of y’all bitches slide right in |
Just me, you, and your friend — I’ll be fuckin y’all 'til the mornin |
C’mon, I love bitches with thongs on, that love to get it on |
With gangsters, leavin they pussies warm |
'til like four in the mornin, baby girl, I’m gone |
Hop in the 6, devour your lawn BITCH, cause we’re |
(Cause, we’re.) |
(Nuttin but some gangsters.) Holla! |
And if you, bout the dollars then pop your collars |
Cause we ain’t nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and ridin |
Who put it down for real, got this dough multiplyin |
Straight, livin it up and fuckin with thugs |
That push trucks that’s sittin on dubs, not givin a fuck |
Y’all niggas know me, Chris Black slash the O. G |
So please believe I’m gangsta I control these streets |
Yo, nobody leaves nobody breathes until I enter the party |
And ease up in a 550 Medina Ferrari |
Pull in handicapped parkin, hop out with the lock in |
And wink at the hoes while I walk in |
Who’s ridin and smokin tonight with players |
And I ain’t talkin bout them niggas with them Marvin gators |
I’m talkin bout them niggas all up in fronts and gauges |
And runnin up in spots and blazin, we call them gangsters, yo! |
Cause, we’re. |
nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin |
Come on get high with us |
Come on and ride with us |
Cause, we’re. |
nuttin but some gangsters. |
smokin and ridin |
Come on get high with us |
Come on and ride with us |
Cause, we’re. |
nuttin but some gangsters |