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Jim Jones - Let's Ride lyrics
(feat. J.R. Writer) [Jim Jones (talking)] Yea, Jones...Capo Status You know what this is about! Its about riders... all my states around the countries all my niggaz from ghetto to ghetto, my niggaz ready to ride.. R.I.P Biggie Smalls this one's for you.. [Chorus 2X: Jim Jones] Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride And get high and just ride [Jim Jones] Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip Big ass guns in a stolen whip, but if you got weed then roll the shit You rollin with Them rollin Dips, straight up weed no poofin these Straight up G's no doopin me, brazy b's that shoot up shit Major cheese off of movin bricks From cuttin up rain to shuflin rain Baggin these hoes fuckin some dames Waking up morning and fuckin the dame I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows, stuntin hard like 50 thou I keep my goons my niggaz wild, shootin that thing til ya shit go BLAOW! The palmin weed cant come my needs, Hatian niggaz bombin weed Gats mo-mo, techs gon blow, all in these streets Shots with a four pound, AK when it go round Dont play when it go round In little Haiti them niggaz crazy like "get 'em baby!" [Chorus: Jim Jones 2x] Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride And get high and just ride [Jim Jones] Call my gang to bust, know you fags aint dangerous Must be high off angel dust, to think that you can bang wit us hang wit us Tape you to the hood no thang with us, shoot up ya club get ya mangled up I call my gangstas up, and get ya faggot ass tangled up Now what you bitches, step on the corner wit a bunch of G's Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police Me myself I run the streets wit no regard (They) like "OH MY GOD!" We just sittin here not to lose, high off weed and lots of booze Call my G's when I got to move, cause I drop 100 G's when I copped the Coupe Niggaz round the way tryna take my life, cause I run round the way wit a neck full of ice Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite, if you niggaz want war we can do it tonight I'm prayin to the Lord that optimize, DipSet ByrdGang know I'ma ride And I'ma rep til my last breath, take a pull of my last hit Pull up on these niggaz and blast the bitch, eastside when I mask the bitch We ride on some panther shit, gotta go prac, lotta load gats If a niggaz run on me then I gotta go back...back...(and we gon ride out and get high) [Chorus: Jim Jones 2x] Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride And get high and just ride [Chorus 2X: J.R. Writer] You know we riders, I hope you know we riders You think you roll wit liars, you'll hear them 4's wit fire Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain Like "BANG BANG BANG BANG..." [J.R. Writer] Yo, who is realer than us? we'll turn jailors to sluts I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go taylor my Chucks You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice Faggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite My niggaz blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite Shout to my man Tito Lino facin natural life I'm just natural nice You's hermaphrodite, my man Zeke be home 3 nigga pass the kite (Freeky!) This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right Cabbage sliced, matchin chain, matchin Nikes You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees I done crowd the pease, wit about a thousand keys Ask about me, I aint gotta break a smile to cheese |
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