vest, or get a hole in your chest You better ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out) Ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out) [Tyte Eyez] Excuse a young
bitches Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches No words, I describe em with letters best They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S" They keep it G
window something like +Brother Man+ It's just who we are If I see yar, it's E.R Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star Tell me how they gonna manage
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
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca
: [Intro] Ya?ll know what it is.its the purple tape, Shout out to my nigga Raekwon, For puttin out that official shit. And this right here? Its the hangover
a take you there like Big took niggas to New York, usually had us feeling like we was from New York, And that's real shit blazed the Philly, it's summertime shout out
dub, Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club. Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g
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motion I'm sittin' high, Daytona's that's all we ride Hit that switch it's do or die, ride on me, that's suicide I be in the hood smokin' that green,
: 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
: [Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)] (R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that
Four] It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line Feelin like I'm runnin out of time It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things
out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the leer G5's, so twist ya fingers up
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
I'm from Compton remember You gotta be out your motherfuckin mind Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk Flex I'll murder anyone of you motherfuckin G-G-G-G
