Too $hort, Richie Rich - Hog Ridin’ lyrics
[Too $hort, Richie Rich - Hog Ridin’ lyrics]
Hog ridin', hog ridin'
Hog ridin', hog ridin'
Yeah, this how we do it on the West Coast
Harley Davidson, baby, everything chrome
Bitch hog ridin'
On my hog, I keep it at a hundred-plus
On the freeway, you don't wanna run with us
'Cause we racin', we bettin' big stacks
You get left back, ain't no way to catch that
So fuck it, you can't ride like the hog does
Think you a ruff ryder but
You ain't hard enough
You ever seen my cousin Sideways
Burnin' rubber on the highways?
Now watch me, I'm 'bout to swing my shit
Just like Ike, just like my nigga Richie Rich
That's how these West Coast G's be
We showin' off on HDTV
I know you wish you could be
'Cause when I ride my hog
The girls get freaky
They hear us comin' from a mile away
We hella clean, we ridin' in style today
It's all custom, down to the wheels and tires
You could see the smoke
But you don't see the fire
I never would stop burnin' rubber, son
We tear 'em up and then we build another one
Yeah, I got my bitch on the back
But I ride so fast, I split from the pack
You tryna keep up, what you want, man?
You fuckin' wit' a daredevil stuntman
Wit' my front wheel straight in the air
I do this shit for real, I ain't fakin' it
Player
My niggas ride these right you say do, too?
You just might be right
So go ahead and prove it
Pop that clutch, do some shit
Stop squeezin' it, makin' noise
You stupid bitch
You revvin' up your engine like
You playin' with toys
Round here, we'll fuck you up, boy
Hog ridin', hog ridin', hog ridin'
Hog ridin'
Ay, what's up, Richie Rich?
Gon' pull that glide out
Wipe some of that dust off that thang
Like that, mayne?
I tried to tell these niggas, haha
Niggas be wolfin' that bullshit
I don't give a fuck about none of that
And if ain't QB'in', my nigga
Then you must be a running back
Yard for yard, pound for pound
So sideways when I'm in The Town
Throttle left, hold it down
Last real muhfucka like me around
Talkin' to the cherry paint, lettin' it know
When we hit 88, bitch, I'm lettin' it go
First to the right then back to the left
Ooh, shift to the right then back to the left
Second gear, slidin' right
Now who wanna fuck wit' Dub tonight?
All my niggas, they down with the club shit
And we don't give a fuck what
You got in that bike
I'm a rider from The Town
Bring a pink slip if you wanna get down
No salvage type is the way I ball
You built that bike, boy, you ain't Paul
Senior or Junior, you're just another sucka
Your bitch bought you that bike and
You think you're the motherfucker
Nah, it's pimpin', bitches know my steelo
No back rest, no quick release
And we gon' get a C note
I tap that leg, she tighten up
And watch daddy run past it
And when take this exit, bitch, yeah
We gon' drift like nasty, ooh
I think I'm talking too much
These niggas say my bike's dog
It's 'cause I walk him too much
It's Rich Richard
And now I must get out that ass
Get your bitch ass off the brake, nigga
And hit that gas
Hog ridin', hog ridin', hog ridin'
Hog ridin'
Now you see it, that's how you do it
West Coast, baby, California in the house
Harley Davidson riders hog ridin'
Hog ridin', hog ridin'
Yeah, this how we do it on the West Coast
Harley Davidson, baby, everything chrome
Bitch hog ridin'
On my hog, I keep it at a hundred-plus
On the freeway, you don't wanna run with us
'Cause we racin', we bettin' big stacks
You get left back, ain't no way to catch that
So fuck it, you can't ride like the hog does
Think you a ruff ryder but
You ain't hard enough
You ever seen my cousin Sideways
Burnin' rubber on the highways?
Now watch me, I'm 'bout to swing my shit
Just like Ike, just like my nigga Richie Rich
That's how these West Coast G's be
We showin' off on HDTV
I know you wish you could be
'Cause when I ride my hog
The girls get freaky
They hear us comin' from a mile away
We hella clean, we ridin' in style today
It's all custom, down to the wheels and tires
You could see the smoke
But you don't see the fire
I never would stop burnin' rubber, son
We tear 'em up and then we build another one
Yeah, I got my bitch on the back
But I ride so fast, I split from the pack
You tryna keep up, what you want, man?
You fuckin' wit' a daredevil stuntman
Wit' my front wheel straight in the air
I do this shit for real, I ain't fakin' it
Player
My niggas ride these right you say do, too?
You just might be right
So go ahead and prove it
Pop that clutch, do some shit
Stop squeezin' it, makin' noise
You stupid bitch
You revvin' up your engine like
You playin' with toys
Round here, we'll fuck you up, boy
Hog ridin', hog ridin', hog ridin'
Hog ridin'
Ay, what's up, Richie Rich?
Gon' pull that glide out
Wipe some of that dust off that thang
Like that, mayne?
I tried to tell these niggas, haha
Niggas be wolfin' that bullshit
I don't give a fuck about none of that
And if ain't QB'in', my nigga
Then you must be a running back
Yard for yard, pound for pound
So sideways when I'm in The Town
Throttle left, hold it down
Last real muhfucka like me around
Talkin' to the cherry paint, lettin' it know
When we hit 88, bitch, I'm lettin' it go
First to the right then back to the left
Ooh, shift to the right then back to the left
Second gear, slidin' right
Now who wanna fuck wit' Dub tonight?
All my niggas, they down with the club shit
And we don't give a fuck what
You got in that bike
I'm a rider from The Town
Bring a pink slip if you wanna get down
No salvage type is the way I ball
You built that bike, boy, you ain't Paul
Senior or Junior, you're just another sucka
Your bitch bought you that bike and
You think you're the motherfucker
Nah, it's pimpin', bitches know my steelo
No back rest, no quick release
And we gon' get a C note
I tap that leg, she tighten up
And watch daddy run past it
And when take this exit, bitch, yeah
We gon' drift like nasty, ooh
I think I'm talking too much
These niggas say my bike's dog
It's 'cause I walk him too much
It's Rich Richard
And now I must get out that ass
Get your bitch ass off the brake, nigga
And hit that gas
Hog ridin', hog ridin', hog ridin'
Hog ridin'
Now you see it, that's how you do it
West Coast, baby, California in the house
Harley Davidson riders hog ridin'