and your ride on Ride for me, I'ma ride for you You hoo bang, I hoo bang, so we all a crew Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best Nobody rides
Tradução: Mack 10. Get Yo de Ride On.
and your ride on [Chorus:] Ride for me, I'ma ride for you you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best nobody
em fences at the rutger don't get it twisted- I love NY no mercy- that's right, he got blood in his eye, bitch [Chorus] lama on ya, so I'm down to ride (to ride
'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind So day after day ride after ride We'll hook up on the other
bitches that ride all day And niggas that get head, on the highway And niggas hating To see Satin Or be played I'm gon' tell yo' hoe, you in hell waiting
on my side And the God S.T. is still waitin in the ride So I, step to the DJ and tell the DJ Yo throw the wax on - how many MC's must get dead? [Bone
up Cuz it a another war I'll kill every motherfucker that y'all know That's yo ma, pa, sister n law Yo daddy, yo dog and yo hoe Now I ain't claim to be
sai It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't
[chorus] Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals? [2x] [Mack 10] Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10
I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on [Chorus, Repeat 2X:] Irristable bitch let's go Where we goin' Westward ho [Mack 10:] A nigga gots to get
is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] [Mack 10] It's Mack 10 fool that nigga with heaters Gauges revolvers
steel? [Ice Cube] For real! [Mack10] I'm the king of the Hill! [Ice Cube] Mack10 could you pass me my steel? [Mack10] For real! [Ice Cube] I'm the King
it locked (got it locked) with the Glock got ya butt naked to ya socks yayae The Westside Connect Thugs... Ain't no California Love just California slugs Mack 10 Yo
you're hard with them hats and all that black on You're not scarin the X, yo bring the wack on I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10 while my DJ
Chorus] I been on the low for a while, but now It's time to rise up, so open your eyes up And recognise the real, that's all up in your grill Yo Yo gots
