rest who tried, who went and testified Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs I ride Rovers on
come to take outside, nah do it right here Hop out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin with Wheezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with
run New York J'z in the background put you to bed says shes got brains so im lookin ahead and im lookin for bread, i gotta eat on these streets shit 17
lonely. But that can't go phony CB4 nigga, he acting like Gusto, he super pussy nigga. Vet here no rookie nigga, hood ledgend like Tookie nigga, white wrist white blue
blue lights flashin on the top of my drop top. I'm a gangsta, and I spit nothin but gangsta shit, That's comin from a five-deuce, Hoover gangsta Crip. Bangin Street
[Z-Ro:] Comin' up as yungsta Watchin' the OG's in the hood while they flossin' in they rides Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire
the grill When I do my music it's the music you can feel Cause I'm just a G riding one deep And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat Watching out
the streets In my life, bitch I done seen and heard it all So I'm one deep till my casket, I ain't fucking with y'all [Z-Ro:] I use to ride or die for
homie Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna kill homie But I will homie I ride for Clover Geez, just like I ride for A.B.N. By sneaking up on the
his life [Hook: x2] Ride all day, ride all night Can't figure out to stay out of county, but to keep my head right Got my name in candy blue letters
stress, of the shelf At the age of sixteen, my judgment was afreered And for my 18th birthday, they sent the blue wern I mean the blue warrant, my
(feat. Mike D) [Killa Kyleon:] It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream I place the order
my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier Out the streets, of
demon cuz won't nobody come near me People laugh at me because I ain' got respect like faith F**k respect I do this to keep a ride and a place Will I
a eight, in a thunderberg wine Got a nigga feeling like, I lost my dog Jump in my bitch, and I boss my hog I hit the streets, the streets hit me back
the stress, of the shelf At the age of sixteen, my judgment was afreered And for my 18th birthday, they sent the blue wern I mean the blue warrant, my
