you ever let go of my love Think about it, if you believe then it will be We'll be riding high and we won't look down See our spirits flying to that higher
Übersetzung: Traffic. Riding High.
let go of my love Think about it, if you believe then it will be We'll be riding high and we won't look down See our spirits flying to that higher ground
every tape we drop, hit the store hot We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise, I come out Juvey ride Hot Boyz come out, we all ride I'm 'bout mine
Move outout Nigga move out my way Move out my way Wait a minute now Hold a second now Wait a minute now RIDE ON EM!!! [Krayzie:] Here come grandaddy
) You know that I've been 'bout my bread Even though we rappin' now (yes) We used to live on the strip even though A nigga higher level trappin' now (
likes to drive and Jackie's just high And Cindy thinks we're all gonna commit suicide `Cause we're rolling in heavy traffic Yeah we're rolling in heavy traffic
themselves to a different fire When sometimes we get burned You'd think sometime we'd learn The one you love is the one That should take you higher
given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it changed the course of the world" [SLEJ] Ride
Arm, you're really down with us If you get high, then get a blunt and roll it up Your hood's gon' ride, then let me see you throw it up If you ready
'll let go, say is that my name on the bell? Soar up high, see the semaphore from the washing lines Break the code of the whispering chimneys and traffic
: [X-Raided] Nigga recognize I'm that motherfuckin locc 08 drinkin got me high givin head to my 44 They can't blame me for the actions I take in a sicc
by my side, I got get out of this house Flush into the traffic just to make you take a hoop And break from the smear just to swallow up a ride from you
You know that I've been 'bout my bread Even though we rappin' now (yes) We used to live on the strip even though A nigga higher level trappin' now (oh
ebb, high tide The lowest ebb and highest tide A symbol wave I must confide I guess we took us for a ride I guess it's just a gesture I remember this
socking you blood [chorus 1] [chorus 2] [verse 4] over here we get high and only fuck with that indo indo indo indo if you banging in traffic throw
traffic And vice versa action, tongue lashin Pooh butts be draggin, so they get passed by But don't blame it on the high Just smash off and better luck
show we probly blast to have to same tasks This coming from a man at times would love to die From frisco to so then feel the love then ride [Chorus:]
