Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lets Ride, artist - Richie Rich. Date of issue: 31.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lets Ride |
| Something about the West coast |
| Shhh, don’t tell nobody |
| Something about the West coast |
| It makes me wanna ride |
| Shake it Westside |
| Throw ya hands up let’s ride |
| To the city of the scene |
| Put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor |
| Something about the West coast |
| It makes me wanna ride over last line |
| No disrespect it’s all love and a muthafucka just feel real good |
| Be like what’s poppin' on this side of the muthafuckin' planet |
| Understand me? |
| It’s still one love, smokin' |
| It’s just a whole lot more money involved |
| In and out my zone |
| I roam like mobile phones (right) |
| Rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes |
| Silly bitches lie in wait until the day I come home |
| While the phone machine kicks |
| «Biitch Rich ain’t at home» (Ha) |
| Six million ways to mob choose one |
| I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes |
| Froze like bitches, tuck they toes like hoes |
| These amateur niggas done turned pro |
| Can’t ride with the hi pro glow |
| The boss with the sauce |
| Got receipts to show how much it cost |
| I dedicate this to the ridahs |
| Who like to slip sideways |
| Beware, double’s shuttin down the highway |
| Shake it westsiide (something about the west coast) |
| Throw ya hands up let’s riide |
| To the city of the scene |
| Put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor |
| Something about the West coast |
| It makes me wanna ride |
| How many MC’s must get dissed |
| Before somebody say don’t fuck with Rich |
| It’s evidential, the presidential slap on the wrist |
| Who that new nigga from Oakland |
| With that brand new twist |
| Don’t even worry 'bout it |
| Watch yo' neck & chest |
| They don’t wanna get |
| Elliott like Mr. Ness |
| Known for flippin' scripts sick duets & mic' rips |
| But now I’m off the hook don’t trip |
| Hookers throw yo' skirt up |
| Crookas' throw yo' turf up |
| Hustlers trust her & some of them put that work up |
| Cause if they ridin' they gone ride tonight |
| When they hit it we to the next light. |
| Believe it |
| Thou commands me |
| To skyball hands free |
| Sam see I’m havin' some spam hezask me |
| Through yo' TV, had «5 On It» with The Luniz |
| I got five on it |
| You wanna ride with me |
| That’s when you call yo' N-I-G |
| I’d rather be |
| Puttin' the twomp on somethin' thick |
| Big SSL with Nicki Scarf’s within the mix |
| Still hittin' licks in the villo with cigarillos |
| Big head C-notes and them light green pillows |
| Tinted windows V dozen on my Benzo |
| The rumble and humble |
| Outdo' versus the indo' |
| That’s how it be’z when I smoke for sho' |
| West Coast representin' all O. Believe it |
| — repeat to end w/ ad libs |