E-40, Too $hort - Ride With Me lyrics

What is it?
E-40 and Too $hort in this thang, breh
You better know it
Give 'em a dose of some of this real shit
That's all we spit is that real shit, pimp

Reportin' live from the soil
Where the pickle jars boil
Where you can get popped like a boil
And fried like vegetable oil
Where it's murkish and sheisty
You can't be takin' it lightly
Get rid of one, it'll be three just like him
The coyotes is out
And they thirsty and starvin'
(What else?) Scammin' and schemin'
Lurkin' and plottin'
I got an old school Firebird
And I spoil it rotten the beat be throbbin'
Speakers shake like Parkinson's
I keep it lit like an arsonist, sativa
I'm sparkin' it
Smokin' me reefer, Kel Tec 9 millimeter
The heater ain't on and it's freezin' cold
No Medicaid or nothin', granny 80 years old
(Wow) what's a youngster to do? What's
A loved one to do? Get out there and hustle
Make it do what it do
Born in the struggle, where it's only a few
Brothers that make it out then
Come back and help you (BIATCH)

Ride with me
To the land where they push that coke
And substitute it with the powdered soap
Ride with me
To a place where it ain't no joke
Where they tryna get rich, fuck bein' broke
Ride with me
Where the sidewalks smell like pee
Where they do heron and fi-fi ride with me
Through the hood where they grow that tree
Show you some things you never see
Ride with me ride with me

I'm with them wild ass Oakland niggas
All game spitters and mostly hitters
'Cause in the Town we still gone
Strapped, ridin' through the kill zone
East Oakland, probably makes you nervous
But it makes me feel perfect
So don't trip, 'cause you good with us
Ride with me, I go to every hood, it's love
From NO to ATL, Oakland to Vallejo
And everywhere in between
Streets is mean, but they love me
Park the whip, jump out and it's lovely
They love me like I'm Big Fred Thompson
RIP, tell his mama and his cousin
I know the homie would jam these songs
Clownin', gettin' his dance on, he ain't gone

Ride with me
To the land where they push that coke
And substitute it with the powdered soap
Ride with me
To a place where it ain't no joke
Where they tryna get rich, fuck bein' broke
Ride with me
Where the sidewalks smell like pee
Where they do heron and fi-fi ride with me
Through the hood where they grow that tree
Show you some things you never see
Ride with me ride with me

UH! Johnny law got uniform cameras
So they can cover their ass
To protect theyself in court in
Case they gotta blast
'Cause they pop at cops and drive real fast
High-speed and crash
Get out on feet, hop over the fence
Out-run their ass
But, it's never a happy endin'
Eventually you get caught for assault
Sentenced to death for shootin' a car
In the hood, it's syrup in the 'burbs
Bath salt
Hurry up, no, hurr'up, is the way we talk

We beat around the push on the telephone
If you don't I'm hangin' up
'cause you hella wrong it's us against them
That's the way it's been
No compromise, we can't be friends
So fuck you if you don't ride with me
I represent Oakland's Eastside streets
You see us in action, damn, they hard
Real niggas from the funk to Sobrante Park

Ride with me
To the land where they push that coke
And substitute it with the powdered soap
Ride with me
To a place where it ain't no joke
Where they tryna get rich, fuck bein' broke
Ride with me
Where the sidewalks smell like pee
Where they do heron and fi-fi ride with me
Through the hood where they grow that tree
Show you some thin's you never see
Ride with me ride with me

Muhfucka can't be in my car if
He on some sucka shit, mayne (bitch)
Niggas be backdoorin' niggas and shit
Ol' shady ass, snake in the ground ass niggas
You understand me? Niggas like this, mayne
A lot of niggas, mayne
You gotta be aware of the
Hand that hides the snake
I tell these niggas, mayne, if
You wanna come get laced, man
Come on over to Gamed Up University
Where we lace the unlaced, ya bitch
(bitch! Took him out the car
He ain't no rider) UH!