Mack 10 - Get Yo Ride On текст песни

F/ eazy-e, mc eiht

Mack 10: do some shit with my niggas from the cpt, ha ha

you ready eiht?

Mc eiht: yeah, cmon

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 dont you know Im a real gangbanger?

I cant switch over night and be good

And Ill 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 scoobs, I need a gat

So I stopped and got the tech from my g homie wreck

He said, mack, dont slip dog, u gotta stay heated

And heres 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, ima 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, ima 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 muthafuckin e with a chrome to your dome

Cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top

I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block

Now when I hit that switch Im bouncin

More bounce to the ounce and Im clownin

Keep the gat in my lap cuz Im 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 dont sleep

Bury muthafuckas in the concrete

You try to creep kinda slow in a astro

But Im peepin niggas out in my left window

So I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more

Yo, they call me motherfuckin john doe

Chorus

Verse 3: mc eiht

Real thugs roll cuz the westsides sick

Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip

Slick, but not like rick, the gang story

Gs kill and aint shit funny like joe corry

Dont make me laugh cuz Im on the wrong the path

Catch the blood bath, its the aftermath

Slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?

That silly niggas wearin vests but we aim for the temple

Watch my niggas back, who sacked the yayo

Keep the calico with extra ammo

So and so gets blasted, to the casket

Never seen these westside gs face, we masked it

Yall 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 pussy

Chorus

Ugh, mc eiht in the muthafuckin 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