Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a Rider, artist - South Central Cartel. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm a Rider |
| Eastside and Westside riders |
| (Gangsters) |
| Cartel gang, nigga |
| (Fo' life) |
| What set you from? |
| Gees tryin to move but some niggas wanna trip |
| Slide through yo hood bustin hollow-point tips |
| Eastside rider, locs without a doubt fo' the funk |
| Like the House Of Pain the fools 'jump' |
| Makin these fleas cease, niggas fleece for the piece |
| Double up on that ass like five g’s |
| Ease down the Cartel road with my niggas in a 4 |
| Lookin for the busters à la mode |
| Nada, suckin for your fuckin chin-checkin |
| Swervin through the Manchester intersection |
| Next in line for the ass-whippin — on a dime |
| The West coast stays on your mind — the line |
| Is thin, I’m in for the win so you lose |
| Original like Chuck T shoes |
| Who wanna dis the rider |
| Light a sucker up like the 4th |
| And leave him burnt toast |
| Busters don’t know but I’m a Eastside rider, rider |
| (And if I catch you trippin, yo ass is gone) |
| And niggas don’t know that I’m a Westside rider, rider |
| (And if I catch you slippin, yo ass is gone) |
| You get your ass bumped by the Eastside rider, rider |
| (And if I catch you trippin, yo ass is gone) |
| And get your ass fucked by the Westside rider, rider |
| (And if I catch you slippin, that ass is gone) |
| Skatin down the 110, it’s hot as fuck |
| Khakis on crease, pavements fucked up my Chucks |
| Flossin on the chip Motorola, hit the off-ramp bangin |
| Jesse Owens Park, neighborhood’s out hangin |
| Glock on my hip, nigga, Westside gees |
| Easin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d’s |
| Cavi-ass gangsta, nickel-plate-packer |
| Mark-ass-subtracter, anybody-blaster |
| I’m bouts to put that ass in a lynch |
| Marinate that ass on the curb like a bitch |
| Rhime Son regulatin things like Hussein, I’ma getcha |
| Yeah, and let these nine slugs get witcha |
| Dippin on a off-ramp, Rhime Son ain’t nothin nice |
| A gangsta down to put that ass on some ice |
| I’m posted with the info aimed at your temple |
| It’s simple for I to throw up Westside |
| On a mission dippin, ratatat like that |
| Desert Eagle eager to lay yo ass down flat |
| For my scratch, knockin niggas out like I was Michael |
| Mack-10 got niggas' brains blowin in the wind |
| Holler at me rollin in a bucket lookin tacky |
| On the d-l don’t love em cause niggas been tryin to jack me |
| Stackin ends, fetti, a nigga get ready to roll |
| Park the bucket, fuck it, nigga get ready to stroll |
| Walkin up the streets heated, money green gleam in my eye |
| Wanted to low-ride so I tried |
| To sell cavi but shit was too slow |
| So now I’m lookin for that fo'-do' lo-lo |
| Slow mo' West coast rider Eastsider |
| I’ma put it inside ya when I find ya |
| I’m behind ya and you’re kinda scared |
| So be prepared, or shake the spot if you’re scared |
| «Get yo ass beat» |