Текстове на песни: Daz Dillinger. Ridin' High.

That nigga Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker
(What's happening nigga?)
Doing what we got to do, every day all day
And if you didn't know, now you know
So get it right, beeootch

Yah and it goes like that
Gangsta shit, nuttin' but gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, nuttin' but gangsta shit
WC, Daz, nigga Daz
Gangsta shit, nuttin' but gangsta shit

Just ridin' high
(Just ridin' high)
Just ridin' by
(Just ridin' by)
Come on, don't trip, don't trip

Just ridin' high
(Just ridin' high)
Just ridin' by
(Just ridin' by)
Come on, don't trip, don't trip

It's like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill
On what we call the dollar, dollar bill?
You can get killed for that paint job and wheels
Oh my, oh my, I love the dollar, dollar bill
Oh juicy, be like [unverified] when he shot steel
Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot
Slang coke or weed, pills

You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled
Shit outta luck, there ain't no refills
I'm more deadlier then ever
What I got'll see through your armor shield
Show you breakdown with your bills
Recognize the real side that'll ride and kill
Just for sure

Just ridin' high
(Just ridin' high)
Just ridin' by
(Just ridin' by)
Come on, don't trip, don't trip

Just ridin' high
(Just ridin' high)
Just ridin' by
(Just ridin' by)
Come on, don't trip, don't trip

Chronic's in the bag rollin' all day
Blue [unverified] six with [unverified] called [unverified]
Age sixteen, I'm tired of hearing mom's mouth
"Motherfucker get a job or get ya punk ass out"
A little wild seed, influenced by the G's
Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheese
It's the normal method, barrel start by the jail

Wreck a long one [unverified] the real stretch marks
A juvenile packing millimeters
And when I'm close to doing a third
Nigga I got more stripes then a zebra
Will I live and make it out of the ghetto but will I die?
Only God knows nigga but for now I just know I'm just

Just ridin' high
(Just ridin' high)
Just ridin' by
(Just ridin' by)
Come on, don't trip, don't trip

Just ridin' high
(Just ridin' high)
Just ridin' by
(Just ridin' by)
Come on, don't trip, don't trip

You got the upper hand, take control and take command
Get your blast over with and cut the bullshit
I the need the chips in a hurry
By the end of the day I'm having 'em, don't worry
Sorta like a dream or a storybook, a born crook
Shook all the bustas that snitch, now I'ma black book

It took a while, being so broke it's hard to smile
Hard living, trying to be grown when I'm a child
Overshadowed by negativity
Running and stealing, running from security
Something like a mystery
Drugs, bitches to county jails, penitentiaries
My background history 'cuz the game is so trickory

Now what's the remedy, should we strive, the streets is killing me
Or should we lay down in a cell shit's forgiving me?
Criminal activity, crack sales are killing me
(A bunch or syllables said really fast)
Just chill
I'm tired of living the life of crime

Just chill
The life of the deaf, dumb and blind
Just chill
Why do we have to fool and get ill
Don't trip
It's all about the dollar, dollar bill

Just ridin' high
(Just ridin' high)
Just ridin' by
(Just ridin' by)
Come on, don't trip, don't trip

Just ridin' high
(Just ridin' high)
Just ridin' by
(Just ridin' by)
Come on, don't trip, don't trip

You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all about
And now you know, you ain't got to look no further
WC and that nigga Daz
Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit
Sucka, 98-97 99-2G, whoo

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