Letras:
Blue County Ride On

sounds like hate Comin' from her momma and daddy's room Ride on, ride on Out to where it don't hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before

like hate Comin' from her momma and daddy's room Chorus: Ride on, ride on Out to where it don't hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before

slang these thangs like a G It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind [KAM] I'm fresh outta county on

: (chorus) I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell So come on get on in the ride And let me take you

on a head, everything calmer We ghetto stars and fools We paid the dues We made the blues So come on with the come on And get down with the get down I

be reppin my hood I be reppin the locks Welcome to dade county This the bottom of the beaker Where the beach is sexy blue And the cocaine cheaper High nine five nigga, let me ride

have time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on

seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side? Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues *** gotta pay they dues on

down But these my blues I just spread the news to who I choose A tale of a real nigga Can you dig his blues? Yeah, the real nigga blues And all I got