Barely aware that his wife Has left him He won't see his Children grow up Chorus: Ridin' the Red-Eye You can't take this Ride all the way Ridin' the Red-Eye
(feat. Lucky Luciano, Z-Ro) [Chorus: Z-Ro] Catch me ridin' on them numbers Either four, five or six hundred Top down, lookin' for a head hunter If it
) we rule and i hurt you (uh) You movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!) Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs I'm on the red
, Ridin' In My Wheel Late Night Left Palm On My Steering Wheel Red Light Cops In My Rearview But F**K Them Cuz Im High Yeah, Baby Im So High Again, Ridin
niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores
, pissed off, swang thang, shit talk southwest, street hood, spit on, ripped off no hoes, pro wings, no real, gold rings lips swoll, chin rocked, eye'
me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife
ridin' on the Thunderchief, spit in the devil's eye No force on earth can hurt me now, kiss your ass goodbye My my, ridin' with the Driver
you for dope, I'm the street distributor I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you Street connects, Mob ties on East and West We gouge out your eye
two ears Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here If the bass ain?t kickin', pick up the phone Dial 911, tell 'em, turn it on Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red
a teen In the hood, on the corner, slangin' dope to fiends Had the little stash that could serve your need You can do what you want but I got weed for me Ridin
color diamond same color as my ig-stick Red and black diamonds lookin like a kingpin Circum diamond chain an its red like a sea fish Why ur eye big even
me 'Hoss', I'm the Boss with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the Sherrif, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red an' paint his wife
you know I want you so bad And there's nothing anyone can do To keep me away from you Chris, Mark, Red, Da, Ro Chris, Mark, Red, Da, Ro Yo Ro you might
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Catch me ridin' on them numbers Either four, five or six hundred Top down, lookin' for a head hunter If it's in a mob, she can't be my
game in 88, it took over shit I was there I stood on southern through texas and got my share And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw One eye for them fiends, one eye