Intro)

This goes out to all riders worldwide

Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride

where playa hatin' killers and the hood niggas thrive

And lame motherfuckers can barely survive





(Verse 1)

One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch took a shower dried off

brushed the gold teeth like slick rick

Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh think

I'm blessed with the cest after slippin on my slick fit

The high discover me, hit the front porch two women butterly lovely

in front of me got my head gone

I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them got chocolate big

thighs and the other one was a redbone

Where ya'll goin' ya'll thick as hell, what's your name I wanna get up

with ya'll tonight shit

I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit

call up the buddies you be tight with

We ain't really gon be doin too much though we just ridin around bumpin'

sounds trippin out while we flame janes

tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang cane to maintain

to mob's the same thing

Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit Speed

pass the clit and get passionate

grab the buckle and unfasten it and we can get into some ol nasty shit

Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus this ain't no spin

move and I ain't got no time to lie

Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by but hit the weed tip first

cause my clique got to be riding high 'cause it feels so good





(Chorus)

It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good

(When we ridin high)

Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes

straight pimpin' with nowhere to go

And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood like so good

(When we ridin high)

Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes

straight pimpin' with nowhere to go





(Verse 2)

Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we lust

smokin' some but the flame tight

Trippin' off how we survivin' the rugged terrian and try to hang tight

getting fucked up on gang night

Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we

sent deebo back to back to back

We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through in black

lac's ashtrays with blunt reds and crack sacs

We sittin' and chillin' what we're feenin' on been in bitches' cribs

hopin its on the fenal strokin were strollin alone

Rollin the chrome out really trippin because we take the smoke to the

dome

Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones glisten from all

the sunlight

Peepin the fe's with thier hair done tight boody hung right

and every night we see at least one fight, hookin up with

my fellow Westside cliques

Not together much but when are we strapped through and rug cutters

Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers

ridin' every one of ya'll my muhfuckers

So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome

we gone to blaze on till my brain's blown

Hope to get my thing on no matter what block you stay on kick it

throughout the world its the same song (so the Mobsters just flame on)

For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got up on hittin'

the cuz

From stealin' tips where they're swum the doves mo' we got up on some

bud, straight hittin' up the block searching for love

Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone smokin delight the body

right what the party like are you as live as I

Come roll with me so we can ride the sky but only if you let me play

with you while we ridin' high 'cause it feels so good





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(Verse 3)

Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo'

cheese

Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's

split the philly with my door keys

scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin' through

sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2

Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class

Wreckin' Crew bring out the best in you

Confessin true lies about your inner thighs and where they been

hopin maybe you be my lady

What's the potatoes without the gravy what you feelin on maybe soft with

the silicone baby, but can you pay me

Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll while rockin dope flows I'll

lose the spot if I choose to stop

We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about how later on you comin' out

your clothes, shoes and socks now is that news or not

come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last "O" get a "B" and

split it now watch me kill it

Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro on billets take a choke

on so I can really feel it

Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a

good life and that we know

always and forever though, for ever more rollin in the ghetto with no

where to go and it feels so good



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