came back to life, for your protection back the dead of resurrection we came to change the whole completion take this game a new direction last stop
exhale repeated throughout intro*) (Intro: B-Real) You know, there are times when, you run out of weed There's no one you can call But at last there
the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit that big Daddy Kane shit With compound syllables sound combined From that day we was down to ride
we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La
it back up Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup On this shit
[killah priest] The mind, heavy mental, jesus christ is, heavy mental Everything brings in, heavy mental day, the day you will experience something Heavy
Those cats don't keep it real as they should Heard they don't pay good Standing around all day wishin they could But this green fufills they dreams
Gangbangin is my fate Change head with a duck tail In my back i got a la raider hat With creased dickies that match Beach cruiser riding on the
All right, is everybody ready Yeah Alright now, here we go Nationowl divides this bomb to blow Audios serials worldwide Once inside ya ride, usin' the
this way, in L.A., in L.A. That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride
't stop! C'mon baby, go Yes, yes sure! You be out there flirting, And ya know the score! 'Cause we ain't gonna party, Like the last day of war! Funking
last dime on her She bring me to cloud 9 when my ass climb on her Can see she make the picture clear just like Time Warner Treat her like the car, the way that I ride
I was rollin' through the hood one day Thought shit den calmed down, "gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around Ain'
ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C Did a song last week with my nigga Bun B Twistin' on some green spinach And
interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B Twistin' on some green
the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (Look at the grill on my pimp mobile) (Hey, Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride
the weed go And I love the way she ride and collide with her deep throat Remember me in the C A D I double L we ride Down the ave and the AC's high
jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*} [King T] I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last
