Ant Banks, Shug ’96, Otis, Pooh-Man - Ride Wit Me lyrics

Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back? I just couldn't stay away
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back? The player
That's here to stay

Started out it went out to the bitches
Until the game got vicious
Had a stripper talking bout
Digging each other some ditches
We were two hard headed niggas
With dreams of being major
Now we worldwide players
Known for having paper
So they had to separate us
Cause the boss couldn't stop us
It was a smooth-ass case
Of divide and conquer
Now we back on that ass
Who be doing Big Thangs rolling Benzos
Smoking Rolexes and pinky rings



Now Banks they thought it was over but
I return to burn that ass
How I'm living now player? It
Don't concern that ass
Two of Oaklands original danksters
Ain't fucking with nothing but ballers
G's and gangsters
Been in the game since 1989
And still you young-ass niggas
Trying to downgrade mine
See I've been rapping since since
Your ass ing snotty nose
With holes in your clothes and
Still got flows like bolos
And fly solos and kedo

It's some heavy-ass shit for the mind
When I make a G and I reside
It's some heavy-ass shit for the mind
When I make a G and I reside

Real riders, come ride with me
Big timers, get high with me
Real riders, come ride with me
(The player that's here to stay)

While you was writing the rhymes
I was making the beats
We was signed to Jive and now
We back on the streets a nigga loving it
Pitch-black owned and independent
Bombay Music making change now
We spending it, nigga clocking some scrilla
Rolling with nothing but killers
Supertimers, superriders, I know they feel us
With this heavy state of mind
Sipping on my fire

Niggas be look who like the hottest
What you looking for I got it
Best believe for three years I
Kicked back and plotted
It's the return of the bad man
With the bad plan
I'm supersiding for life and
Got the best hand
Now see I've been to the mountain top
And that's just cool, Mercedes Benz dropped
Rocks and Glocks
Paperchasing from the gates trying
To stack some cash
And got a pinky ring full of
Ice to blind your ass

It's some heavy-ass shit for the mind
When I make a G and I reside
It's some heavy-ass shit for the mind
When I make a G and I reside

Real riders, come and ride with me
Big timers, get high with me
Real riders, come and ride with me
(The player that's here to stay)

I roll with players like Boo
Niggas that know what to do
115 oh zoom, got 'em fucking with Pooh
Told me "Be about your
Paper" Boss major player
Toss a freak up with Keke and
Don't fuck with them haters
Real riders I'm home cause
The bitches are due
They can't fuck with this player
So the bitches try to sue me when I'm on one
So much love to my nigga that's on the run
Rock Rock

See Banks them foos talk behind
My back plot assassination
But, I just chalk it to
The game as playa hatin'
Niggas supposed to be my homies
But they hate mo'
But, you stay real through it all
They can't do fo'
But while you talking baby
Pooh-Man is taxing
I'm certified gold trying to hit platinum
But now Banks since we fucking again
(What's happening?)
Nigga, why don't you ride that forty-ass Benz

Now see we got more bread to make
(More bread to make)
We got more hoes to break
(More hoes to break)
Niggas got more haters to shake
(More haters to shake)
So much game in the shit, nigga
We can't be fake

It's some heavy-ass shit for the mind
When I make a G and I reside
It's some heavy-ass shit for the mind
When I make a G and I reside

Real riders, come ride with me
Big timers, get high with me
Real riders, come ride with me
(The player that's here to stay)