Kam Who Ridin` Lyrics

Who Ridin` Lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]

I guess y'all ain't heard the news

(About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues

(Say what?) By the deputy goon squad

Devils still pourin salt on the wound, but God

Only knows what them brothers went through

Damn (The police killed em?) Shit, I thought you knew

They tried to put the blame on this lame from the other side

Hopin we retaliatin, go on another ride

Keepin us warin, tellin lie after lie

So it's gang-related every time brothers die?

(Hell nah) (Now that's a false accusation)

(Gettin choked ain't no goddamn gang-relation)

(Nigga, one-time's ain't posin no threath?)

Shit, I found out they the ones been crossin out the set

All alone, so ain't that a bitch?

Yeah, I finally heard a officer snitch

So which ever one of y'all brothers true sidin?

Quit your open enemy, save your energy for the hoo-ridin



Who ridin?



[ VERSE 2 ]

Ashes to ashes, back to the dust

Another dead homie, show me who I can trust

It's all about self and kind

So now I gots reach upon my shelf and find

Me another magazine for my heat, sweep me a street

Feel the thrill of victory, and not the agony of defeat

For one of ours we takin ten of y'all

So for 24 hours, count the minute fall

(That ain't all) Make a phone call to your Uncle Toms

Cause I'm ridin to they neighborhood chunkin bombs

See, Vietnam's back in effect on the Eastside

Since police ride, ever since the peace died

Niggas gangbangin like in '82

Next victim of a drive-by shootin, it may be you

I thought you knew it was on like that

When brothers who ain't even full grown might gat



Who ridin?



[ VERSE 3 ]

So if you ain't down, raise up

Now I don't need a drink or a joint to blaze up 

Cause I'm already focused, sittin back, thinkin bout the truce

Sayin prayers for my homies on my way to Lake Luise

Floatin down the highway at 3 pm

They ain't even seen us yet, but we see them

The same ones who took the homeboys' lives

Headin back home to they kids and they housewifes

Lookin like any other million Joes

Rollin incognito in civilian clothes

But been givin blacks hell all day with no shame

You're the kind who give cops a bad name

So we on the freeway lookin far to claim

Creepin up slow in a car blue lane

All the straps is loaded and cocked, but mine's not

Slow down a second, and kick it in his blind spot

Now it's on, my heart starts pumpin 

Got the 50 round clip, and I'm steadily dumpin

Jumpin lane to lane, it's to the off-ramp

I'm feelin numb, I ain't from no soft camp

So let's vamp

Now we can track back to the other side

Another day, another hoo-ride



Who ridin?