Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Ridin I'm Ridin You Ridin We Ridin Ridin, Ridin We shoutin You shoutin Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Ridin I'm Ridin You Ridin We Ridin Ridin
ain't no peace for me in jail Gettin world-wide exposure with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a
go all out Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out [Napoleon] I'm on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats Feelin like I'm all out,
: In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas
I'm tryin to provide But every time they pull me over, it's like I'm back on trial They tryin to catch a thug dirty while I'm ridin You see a nigga fully
the match on shit straight up gassin shit [Krayzie] Hell yeah! It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47 Bustin niggas in the belly Give them muthafuckas
dishes, rubbin' floors Doin' chores for a nigga Open doors for a nigga Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga At the motelly, got you on your belly
the moon comes skimmin' away the stars When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops Straight into my arms Straight into my arms I'm ridin' hard
her cigerette lit I told her, "I be buyin liqour like it Shh.." She told me I'm a player motherfuu.. Forget about it, she know the scam And now she belly
my style, nigga ("Fuck Jay-Z") [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly
But everytime them prophets fly, i'm motivated (juicy j) Back in the days I used to get down Pockets on e I can't do nothin' but frown Feelin' my belly
a train First find a mate Second find a place Third find a bag To hide the hoe face (dj paul) It's bout 2-0-9 I'm ridin' viper tryin' to find somethin
a verse then I can get a hook shot like urban You never bust, rapping just like you a virgin I know your girl, then get in her belly like a surgeon A
, sat and talk to the first light And for the first time, I didn't f*** on the first night And it was aight, shorty was a thoroughbred Like Belly, we
been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-Z" (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly
Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47 Bustin' niggas in the belly Give them muthafuckas more than
every time they pull me over, it's like I'm back on trial They tryin' to catch a thug dirty while I'm ridin' You see a nigga fully rehabilitated Back