Ranger And then Tonto tried to get down so I boned his bitch slit hes throat and then I skipped town That's the way I run my show paint towns red fuck
Southern California is the only place for me It's the d double dash double o double boogie Yo I keep that shit popping with the gangsta boogie Where them low riders
t bust back, because I shoot first Meet me on the fresh train Yes, I?m in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not
my hat to the side like I paint pictures Smoke weed talk sh-t like Lane Kiffin Whole country in recession but Wayne different Huh, and I'm a Maybach rider
m tired of ballin darlin And I roll with my riders like it's harley party And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party We are all dressed in red
Bank Is Here Lincolns Here, Grants Is Here,Jacksons Here Franklins Here Them Dead Muthfuckas And The Drank Here Dank Is Here Stank In Here Gangstas Here Wanstas Fifth That Red
stop busting I bang my fist till my palms get bloody Cuz I'm a monsta man I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam I'm a rider you can't take it out of
it down Shorty be totin' rounds Smellin' like a pound on school grounds Shorty, wow Hair... all over my head Bandana 'round my brain Eyes bloodshot red
Freak baby, freak freak baby [x2] Red light, green light [x3] You ready to roll? Tell me when you're ready to go [x2] I got the keys baby, put your mind
In the crystal ball The gypsy sees the villa The riders on the hill The fire in the fields She sees the mission bell Swinging in the silence Now the shooting
worst is over But for her there is no hope. Way down in South Dakota On the Needles Highway There's a lone red rider On the road today. And though
mindstate of a mobster, See a nigga pass by, Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya, Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale, Anything that you need,
[Cheri] This is a story about two riders One's from Chicago And the other is from New York [Twista] Now nigga what? You thinkin' there be no repentance
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Two door Bugatti coupe I call it Katy Perry Wiz Khalifa papers Smoking my favourite berry's F65 I call it Rihanna It got a red top
. I won't be running late. Flying high, riders in the sky. Na na na na Flying high, riders in the sky. Na na na na When I go to heaven, Red-skin
chat mike fi long Them time the dance use to ram and gunshot done session When the DJ dem fight over the same mike stand Red Foxx, Screey Dan Knight Rider
while I stay Getting Richard (richer) like Pryor Need to put the gun away Cus I got pryors It's hard to stay rollin when the world full of riders Bullet