Jim Jones, J.R. Writer - Let's Ride lyrics

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You know what this is about! Its about riders
All my states around the countries
All my niggas from ghetto to ghetto
My niggas ready to ride
RIP Biggie Smalls this one's for you

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

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 niggas wild
Shootin that thing til ya shit go BLAOW!
The palmin weed can't come my needs
Hatian niggas bombin weed
Gats mo-mo, techs gon blow
All in these streets
Shots with a four pound, AK when it go round
Don't play when it go round
In little Haiti them niggas crazy
Like "get 'em baby!"

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

Call my gang to bust
Know you fags ain't 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
Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas and blast the bitch
Eastside when I mask the bitch
We ride on some panther shit, gotta go prac
Lotta load gats if a niggas run on me
Then I gotta go backback
(and we gon ride out and get high)

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

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"

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 niggas 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 ain't gotta break a smile to cheese