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Lyrics: F/ eazy-e, mc eiht Mack 10: do some sh** with my niggas from the cpt, ha ha You ready eiht? Mc eiht: yeah, c'mon Verse 1: mack 10 I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat Got turned out early by them scandliss freaks Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix With a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks Moms said, 'mack, baby watch for danger' I said, 'momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger? ' I can't switch over night and be good And I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood So I walked out the door, hopped in the regal Twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle Got a deuce fired at scoob's, I need a gat So I stopped and got the tech from my g homie wreck He said, 'mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated And here's the extra clip incase you might need it' Get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on Throw the hoo-bang plack in the back and your ride on Chorus: Ride for me, i'ma ride for you You hoo-bang, I hoo-bang, so we all a crew Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best Nobody rides like these killas from the west Ride for me, i'ma ride for you You hoo-bang, I hoo-bang, so we all a crew Get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best Nobody rides like these killas from the west Verse 2: eazy e 1, 2, 3, and to the 4 Eazy muthaf***in e with a chrome to your dome Cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top I got a lot of juice, a lot of f***in block Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin More bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin Keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped For the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a Tech 9, plus a a-k 47 Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven Peep, nigga I don't sleep Bury muthaf***as in the concrete You try to creep kinda slow in a astro But I'm peepin niggas out in my left window So I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more Yo, they call me motherf***in john doe Chorus Verse 3: mc eiht Real thugs roll cuz the westside's sick Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip Slick, but not like rick, the gang story G's kill and ain't sh** funny like joe corry Don't make me laugh cuz I'm on the wrong the path Catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath Slang strike to make money, now ain't that simple? That silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple Watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo Keep the calico with extra ammo So and so gets blasted, to the casket Never seen these westside g's face, we masked it Y'all best be defeat and be discreet Catch the hot heat from across the street Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me Retaliation, straight better than hitten p**** Chorus Ugh, mc eiht in the muthaf***in house (yeah, hoo-bang one time) Yeah, ha (hoo-bang two times) Rest in peace eazy e (the hiphop thugsta) (yeah) Fa sho (mack dime) Come on, ugh (all day baby, all day baby) Westsideriders!! ugh More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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