Warren G, RBX - We Came Here to Ride lyrics
[Warren G, RBX - We Came Here to Ride lyrics]
Once again, the circle, hehe
Continues to hit you with these masses hit's
Y'know, but we gone do it something like this
For all them bustaz out here check this out
Hey, we came here to ride (don't do it)
Forty battle ready and set to collide
(don't do it)
Niggas you won't know the death you die
(don't do it)
Suicide is a suicide (don't do it)
I'm deadly as ever ready fo' whatever
Tryna to keep my pockets heavy on the cheddar
Got nothing to prove
Just really expressing myself
Why y'all niggas in the
Studio stressing yourself ya got to do it
So why not do it big
Drop the music, and spit fluid to they wig
Underdig i'm a split the game in half
And leave 'em all mad like
Warren you do done did
Hey, we came here to ride
Never slippin', but rather sippin' on my side
Blaze up cuz I'm tryin' ta raise up
And flow I came up, from broke to paper'd up
Don't test me i bust like a 12 gauge sort of
And hoes jump on stage and rip they draws off
And I see through all that see-through
Make up and weave in ya hair these ignit
But, hey
Sworing to the streets born in the Beach
Armed with the heat mourning my peeps
Makin' niggas respect mine
I came to collect mine
Comin' through with a Tech 9
Lettin' my neck shine
I let a nigga slide with a pass but next time
I might disconnect his neck from his spine
Run up and catch 'em from
Behind and stretch 'em
We squeez triggers like ketchup
Wet ya whole stretch up
Scared of the truth, you fear it
Don't wanna hear it
'till the Smith's bust, then you listen up
Cuz I'm a tell it like it is
Like it was or like it always will be
Give a fuck if you feel me
Who am I?
W-A double R E-N to the mothafuckin' G
Suicide niggas hang theyself
Might as well bend over
And fingerbang theyself
Sell they soul for the faim and wealth
And end up broke and lonely
Nobody to blaim but yourself
But me, I keep it all business
Cuz this is business, can I get a witness
See I been chillin' like a villain
With a million and my children
Plottin' or revealin' what the
Game been conceilin'
I got a little older and learned a bit
A plot the effort and earned a grip
Now I know there is a hater in every circle
As I roll another vega heavy with purple
Take a puff and inhale and hold
It 'till it get stale
In my chest exhale my stress my nigga R-B-X
Continues to hit you with these masses hit's
Y'know, but we gone do it something like this
For all them bustaz out here check this out
Hey, we came here to ride (don't do it)
Forty battle ready and set to collide
(don't do it)
Niggas you won't know the death you die
(don't do it)
Suicide is a suicide (don't do it)
I'm deadly as ever ready fo' whatever
Tryna to keep my pockets heavy on the cheddar
Got nothing to prove
Just really expressing myself
Why y'all niggas in the
Studio stressing yourself ya got to do it
So why not do it big
Drop the music, and spit fluid to they wig
Underdig i'm a split the game in half
And leave 'em all mad like
Warren you do done did
Hey, we came here to ride
Never slippin', but rather sippin' on my side
Blaze up cuz I'm tryin' ta raise up
And flow I came up, from broke to paper'd up
Don't test me i bust like a 12 gauge sort of
And hoes jump on stage and rip they draws off
And I see through all that see-through
Make up and weave in ya hair these ignit
But, hey
Sworing to the streets born in the Beach
Armed with the heat mourning my peeps
Makin' niggas respect mine
I came to collect mine
Comin' through with a Tech 9
Lettin' my neck shine
I let a nigga slide with a pass but next time
I might disconnect his neck from his spine
Run up and catch 'em from
Behind and stretch 'em
We squeez triggers like ketchup
Wet ya whole stretch up
Scared of the truth, you fear it
Don't wanna hear it
'till the Smith's bust, then you listen up
Cuz I'm a tell it like it is
Like it was or like it always will be
Give a fuck if you feel me
Who am I?
W-A double R E-N to the mothafuckin' G
Suicide niggas hang theyself
Might as well bend over
And fingerbang theyself
Sell they soul for the faim and wealth
And end up broke and lonely
Nobody to blaim but yourself
But me, I keep it all business
Cuz this is business, can I get a witness
See I been chillin' like a villain
With a million and my children
Plottin' or revealin' what the
Game been conceilin'
I got a little older and learned a bit
A plot the effort and earned a grip
Now I know there is a hater in every circle
As I roll another vega heavy with purple
Take a puff and inhale and hold
It 'till it get stale
In my chest exhale my stress my nigga R-B-X