| Ride out, big smoke
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| Re-up, big dope
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| Gs up, hoes blow
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| Freeze up, eyes closed
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| Ride out, big smoke
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| Re-up, big dope
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| Gs up, hoes blow
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| Freeze up, eyes closed
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| Young nigga and I’m proper like
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| Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I’m baller like
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| Bitch I think I’m Dolamite, bitch I’m goin' poltergeist
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| You said this is overnight, album four is really like
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| Crippin' on my minibike
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| Either hoop or sellin' white
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| Brillo pad, the smoker’s pipe
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| My pistol cocked, you tryna fight?
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| Say he wanna be a cuz, put his brains to the right
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| Bruh, this ain’t the eighties, mane
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| Niggas shootin' everything, everything
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| You know the gang we represent
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| Specialize in pistol grips
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| Shootin' out my momma’s whip
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| Always got an empty clip
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| Top Dawg in this bitch
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| Nigga’s puttin' dicks inside your baby momma’s momma’s lips
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| Shootin' all the witnesses, it ain’t no fuckin' murder scene
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| Crips don’t fuck with Crips oh now it’s jeans that look like the rival team
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| Wrong hat and shoes, put your ass on the forever dream
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| Heatin' up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean
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| Ride out, big smoke
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| Re-up, big dope
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| Gs up, hoes blow
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| Freeze up, eyes closed
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| Ride out, big smoke
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| Re-up, big dope
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| Gs up, hoes blow
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| Freeze up, eyes closed
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| Young nigga and I’m proper like
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| Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I’m baller like
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| Bitch I think I’m Dolamite, bitch I’m goin' poltergeist
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| You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' like
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| Crippin' in our afterlife
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| Yeah, cause at Ramona Park we beef with everybody
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| Light or dark I’ll spark, don’t fuck with narcs
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| So don’t be talkin' 'bout me
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| My big homie made me get 'em, kill 'em
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| Cause if I got 'em I’ma kill 'em, I ain’t playin' with 'em
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| I’m from the bottom, that’s the top of the town
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| We on the so they clip us up for knockin' 'em down
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| My burner tucked, I learned from Chuck so I ain’t turnin' it down
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| Get to bussin', know you bluffed it, nigga
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| If that bitch can’t make me rich then ain’t no need in fuckin' with her
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| Turn around and fuck her sister
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| Heard that bitch, got EBT
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| Long Beach ain’t seen shit like me
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| Since Tracy D and DPG I went and got a burner
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| On the day they murdered Baby D
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| That ain’t murder baby, heat
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| I’m in that Benz with Lil Boy
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| So lil boy don’t play with me
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| I’m ridin' cycs through Hoover Street, my knuckles full of teeth
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| Try to creep on me, you’re dyin' in your homie’s seat
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| Keep to my gun and reach
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| Filet the beef, clip reach from Fig side to Norfolk Beach
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| In a stolen Expedition, in your hood cause you the mission
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| Been a mathematician, load nine, subtracted eight
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| I’m keepin' one for just in case, don’t cover face but I ain’t trippin'
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| Blunt was laced, niggas know I’m 'round the way
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| So ain’t no liquor stores today
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| Ride out, big smoke
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| Re-up, big dope
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| Gs up, hoes blow
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| Freeze up, eyes closed
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| Ride out, big smoke
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| Re-up, big dope
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| Gs up, hoes blow
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| Freeze up, eyes closed
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| Young nigga and I’m proper like
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| Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I’m baller like
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| Bitch I think I’m Dolamite, bitch I’m goin' poltergeist
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| You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' like
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| Crippin' in our afterlife
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| Ride, ride, ride, ride
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| Ride, ride, ride, big dope
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| Gs, gs, gs, gs, gs
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| Eyes closed
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| Ride, ride, ride, ride
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| Ride, ride, ride, ride
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| Ride, ride, ride, ride
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| Ride, ride, ride, ride
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| Ride, ride, ride, ride |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ride Out , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп