Ride on, one of these days One of these days Ride on Ride on I'm gonna ride on Ride on, looking for a truck Ride on Ride on, keep on riding Riding on
in 50 deep and scram that [Chorus: repeat 2X] I keep peeps that will always, ride with me I got beef so I always, ride with that When I creep I always, ride
was on NBA Jam, you hear that choppa Go Blakka-ga-blakka, Boom-shakka-laka-laka It get know - hotter than Geezy, I swear to that Trust me, I bust ya
start to stash his yay He knew better to keep work where his head gon' lay But fuck that, I gotta put some iron on her Gotta release all seventeen out the nine on
be repped on Who whole block get stepped on If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin
streaks to the UPT where you lays on I praise on, think you plays on, it's stays gone The things you lay on I can't even pay on You got it, better hide
know me, I'm off the block, On my side keep a Glock, Find me in a corner house, runnin' a Quarter Shop Police got my picture, on they dash try'na catch
's How I Get Down Now look nigga, and bad hoez, straighten they mouth Don't give a motherfuck nigga, That's How I Get Down I ride dubs, tv's...wit' sound
get your murdered Shorty laying on her back while you blowing trial So don't trust a big butt and smile And shorty laying on her back while you blowing trial So don't trust
me everytime I looked around It was just (trouble) some more trouble (trouble times) Damn [Jacki-O] It's hard on the yard I'm all alone in this struggle I can't trust
I see a black range doing the same Turn my blinkers on Start to make my turn But he goes before me and now who's wrong but I let the brother go on I begin
t Though I cant let her go My girl is sitting at home All on her own Calling my phone But I cant let her know The way you ride girl Its something else
You Like That Ew. Am A Fly Guy, You A Perfect Ten. Me And You Girl, We Could Really Win. Hit Me On My Sidekick And Go Ride In The Back Of A May With All
hood true homies make you feel good And half the times we be actin up call the cops Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my block It never stop,
to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me Trust, I got my glock cocked
dawn and commin' home at 6 o'clock in tha mornin' hand's on my glock eye's on tha prize finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides shootin' craps bustin'
no surrender Death before dishonor motherfucker Do it to them Come on Never got thuggish Uhh Yes yes YES Say whut Westide eastside ride Where
