Lyrics Let's Ride - Solomon Childs

Let's Ride

East coast, west coast\nEast coast, west coast, east coast (uh)\nEast coast, west coast\nWest coast (all the ladies)\nEast coast, west coast (get 'em)\nWest coast, east coast\nEast coast (uh-huh), west coast, east coast (yeah)\nEast coast, west coast\nFrom Junior’s to Roscoe’s\nFrom Venice Beach to crates of Corona’s from Kosko’s\nMaryland and VA late nights, these freak bitches got lasso’s\nType of bitches take it more in they assholes\nFrom Detroit to Texas, frontin’in St. Louis\nPlayin’Nelly in your Lexus\nBut it’s all good, cuz the money got your groove vibrating\nOn the track, Mardi Gras, like we out in New Orleans\nATL, the bitches blowin’out, when they be balling\nSan Diego to Sacramento, we jingling baby\nTwo shots of Henny got us mingling, baby\nWe kill a nigga, for platinum bound\nFront, so ya baby momma can watch ya faggot ass swallow the pound\nAnd ain’t it something, how these motherfuckers never bite nothing\nBut stay hollering, how they bloodhounds, another nigga done bit\nYou want the Theodore Unit to act up, whoodie\nGet yourself all shot up, whoodie\nAnother nigga done bit, another nigga done bit\nRunning his mouth…\nAnother nigga done bit, walking the wrong route\nI told you about that fronting on niggaz