gangsters, smokin and ridin (YO!) Come on get high with us (NIGGA!) Come on and ride with us (BITCHES!) Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters (YO!) smokin and ridin
Übersetzung: Ja Rule. Smokin Und Ridin (feat. 0-1, Jodie Mack.
Übersetzung: Ja Rule. 1, Jodie Mack - Smokin Und Ridin.
smokin and ridin (YO!) Come on get high with us (NIGGA!) Come on and ride with us (BITCHES!) Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters (YO!) smokin and ridin
don't have the fat flavor for the FUNK And just in what I heard - you lack the spunk and you lack the style, and you lack the poise And all you MC's sound
runnin the hood and nothin can top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder
and take you Gimme a chance and I'ma break you down to the very last compound with my homies from Tha Dogg Pound Now you know and I know Rule number
' holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and gray For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks,
holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg
hoes on call High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks Grill in my bed and serve two steak and siemen And I'm scheming on your daughter With on condom and
leather watchin big screens Bought by the dope fiends Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs Savin money, and workin hard Bought a house for his wife and
well, at a hotel But don't tell I cuss your fuckin' ass out bitch Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch And when you wake up, I tell you anything
Rule number 2 When you cross then your through Rule number 3 I cant see you when its dark Rule number 4 Is that nigga ridin in the car Rule if you think
party back and now I'm the one that took to long Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin
party watchin bodies sippin hene spead your love And show love and not pro-long And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips And
, pimpin' like rational Worldwide, but it's national You betta ask them hoes and ask them clothes Who dat smokin' beeds Talkin' bout she fast to go And
' guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material shit That's when I get to killin' shit (Killin' shit) And settin' I'm up and