| This goes out to all riders worldwide
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| Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
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| Where playa hatin' killers and the hood niggas thrive
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| And lame motherfuckers can barely survive
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| One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch took a shower dried off
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| Brushed the gold teeth like slick rick
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| Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh think
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| I’m blessed with the cest after slippin on my slick fit
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| The high discover me, hit the front porch two women butterly lovely
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| In front of me got my head gone
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| I sent the bitch in the bed home 'cause one of them got chocolate big
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| Thighs and the other one was a redbone
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| Where ya’ll goin' ya’ll thick as hell, what’s your name I wanna get up
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| With ya’ll tonight shit
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| I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit
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| Call up the buddies you be tight with
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| We ain’t really gon be doin too much though we just ridin around bumpin'
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| Sounds trippin out while we flame janes
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| Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang cane to maintain
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| To mob’s the same thing
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| Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit Speed
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| Pass the clit and get passionate
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| Grab the buckle and unfasten it and we can get into some ol nasty shit
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| Live if I could decide to try, don’t play me bogus this ain’t no spin
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| Move and I ain’t got no time to lie
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| Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by but hit the weed tip first
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| Cause my clique got to be riding high 'cause it feels so good
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| It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good
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| (When we ridin high)
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| Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes
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| Straight pimpin' with nowhere to go
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| And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood like so good
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| (When we ridin high)
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| Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes
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| Straight pimpin' with nowhere to go
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| Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we lust
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| Smokin' some but the flame tight
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| Trippin' off how we survivin' the rugged terrian and try to hang tight
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| Getting fucked up on gang night
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| Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we
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| Sent deebo back to back to back
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| We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks
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| Black ashtrays with blunt reds and crack sacs
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| We sittin' and chillin' what we’re feenin' on been in bitches' cribs
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| Hopin its on the fenal strokin were strollin alone
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| Rollin the chrome out really trippin because we take the smoke to the
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| Dome
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| Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones glisten from all
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| The sunlight
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| Peepin the fe’s with thier hair done tight boody hung right
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| And every night we see at least one fight, hookin up with
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| My fellow Westside cliques
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| Now together we mush but when are we strapped through and rug cutters
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| Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers
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| Ridin' every one of ya’ll my muhfuckers
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| So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome
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| We gone to blaze on till my brain’s blown
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| Hope to get my thing on no matter what block or or street you kick it
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| Throughout the world its the same song (so the Mobsters just flame on)
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| For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got up on hittin'
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| The 'cause
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| From stealin' tips where they’re swum the doves mo' we got up on some
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| Bud, straight hittin' up the block searching for love
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| Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone smokin delight the body
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| Right what the party like are you as live as I
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| Come roll with me so we can ride the sky but only if you let me play
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| With you while we ridin' high 'cause it feels so good
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| Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo'
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| Cheese
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| Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G’s I stay on my P’s for the po p’s
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| Split the philly with my door keys
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| Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin' through
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| Sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2
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| Lesson two I’m adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
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| Wreckin' Crew bring out the best in you
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| Confessin true lies about your inner thighs and where they been
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| Hopin maybe you be my lady
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| What’s the potatoes without the gravy what you feelin on maybe soft with
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| The silicone baby, but can you pay me
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| Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll while rockin dope flows I’ll
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| Lose the spot if I choose to stop
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| We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about how later on you comin' out
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| Your clothes, shoes and socks now is that news or not
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| Come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last «O» get a «B» and
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| Split it now watch me kill it
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| Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro on billets take a choke
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| On so I can really feel it
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| Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a
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| Good life and that we know
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| Always and forever though, for ever more rollin in the ghetto with no
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| Where to go and it feels so good |