body-rocking, which side wanna ride? (Do you wanna ride with the southside? Eastside gon' ride Do you wanna ride with the southside? Westside gon' ride Do you wanna ride
kiss you These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you Eww, you niggas disgust me And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me Let's
out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken-soft You playing games until this red light's on ya It's like the Playstation's off Smith & Wesson work
you in piece wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go [Chorus] [Fabolous
you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head
: It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex
York) Everybody wanna know why he got beef 'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G. Got on the plane hopin that the NYC It's me behind these bars
: Dre I saved hip hop Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin
on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the rider, looter
You better watch what you say it might get you clapped Here's a little advice homey switch your raps Cuz that shit on your last album ain't get you plat's
the suites, anywhere we can meet ?? to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE! [
live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the rider
warning don't flinch men Wear yur rag, you one I know? No!! You know bep do, you bang east coast? No!! Have you ever had 164 No!! Do the hood feel your
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers
for you, and keep it money over bitches [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Fatal] I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you
uhh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck
