We ridin raw '97
Suburban's wit the chrome kit every nigga on trigga ready to dome
split got a million but still ain't satisfied gold thangs on every old
school that we ride got keys so many g's bitches on they knees dyin to
get wit these if a bitch ain't about her money man I can't fuck wit
that got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some
yak ask yo folks bitch like 40 I'm so serious about my scratch livin like
a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch from Vallejo to
Sac pushin new Lacs an '96 Ac's we roll strapped, lounge wit the money
from the game of crack some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack
sack from 'ol skool seven-deuce Chevy's an glass packs representin to the
fullest, the west-side of the map where we roll strapped wit black ridas
stuck in the mack ridas.
*(Chrous- C-Bo)*
I was born in hell
juss to be a rida wit lo-lo's an 4-4's an mo hoes fo the ridas keep my
pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas desperado outlaws do the
dirt
Verse 2
I got bitches like the mack, out to get my
scratch pushin the '9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak an ain't a damn thang
changed about the dope game but the bitches size the money an the price of
the caine from ruby 13-5's is how we get it cracked out, the metro packs
saran wrapped an get it if it's money then a nigga, gots to get it hit it
an quit it, but I ain't wit it less it's worth a mill ticket I'm a
savage about my cabbage I gots to have it automatic, movin through
traffic prepared fo static got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one,
uh jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick mutha fuckaz can't
hang wit the Garden Blocc gang packin tech's, quick to wreck brains I'm
insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine to kill first like a rida, is
the rules of the game rida.
*(Chorus)* x1
Verse
3
Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name ridin Lexus's in
Texas i where my pits get trained mo pain then I proceed to gain like
a gumbo pot full 'o sell 'em up full of caine got a 4-5 got a Stang I'm
Major Pain inflictin pain no pain, no gain was out fo murda when I
came don't tame mo niggaz, then a million man march an hang those niggaz,
blessed wit a weak heart no marks in my game, then bump an pull
triggaz mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz I'm real wit
this, that's why they kill wit this young ballaz on alcohol, that'll peel yo
shit don't try to act like you hardcore knowin you ain't Mafia's ready
fo war bringin the yellow tank westcoast is the spot where I slang my
yey distributin it nation wide, all across the state fo
ridas.
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