Ice Cube, WC, MC Ren - Wanna Ride lyrics

Nigga that shit coming together
Like sweaty ass cheeks
Nigga!

Keep it gangsta y'all repeated
My niggas thug out
You getting drugged out
These bitches getting loc'ed out
When we smoke out, cos we chromed out
About to bomb out

Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs
Fresh outta the whole tank
Bouncin up the walls
Dub-cee! The bandana president
With the gauge on the ghetto
Rollin through y'all residents
Runnin the scene this is the king of the cars
Thugged out baby in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of them gangstas
None of them let me see up


Ridaz throw ya heaterz up
Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone
But now I'm back to get my walk on!
Swang with the game as I
Reach out and touch ya
Turn the cup up and get
Ignorant on this motherfucker
"Mayday, mayday!" back in charge
Shrilling noise calling out cars
Calling out cars
Dip, skip through the lane with
The bang, bang, bang
Jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla
And ive got my homeboy

Hell yeah, the motherfucking villain
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the +Hello+
Look at these g'z working
These fake ass sopranos

Here come the Villain with another heater
With motherfucking Dub nigga
In the two-seater
On my nuts while I west west y'all
Grab that microphone and I test test y'all
Villian baritone be like all over y'all
Who wanna ball with that Black nigga Ren?
Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling
Dub-cee! Give a fuck if these
Bitches don't love me
Yeah!

I wanna bang, I wanna ride
I wanna slang, from my side, do it now
It's do or die
We can ball till the wheels fall off
And let these motherfuckers know they
Gotta peel us off
Gangsta

Hey, hey hey hey hey
Upon on the gun and I got em
All running, run off like Kane
Look at it
With da da da day, with da da da day
Dub rock it let your flag
Hang from your back pocket
None of them, none of th em
Can't none of them get with me
Eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me
I heard you C Walking now, where
Who taught you?
Wait you could say who?
Nigga why-I I I I I oughta smack all the
Spit out of you!
Beat the shit out of you! Get at the dumping
Stomping
Dippin in the 600
Saggin in my overalls blunted
Finger and thumb it, quick run
This gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin
Here son
Steady pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies
Shooting them highstyles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel
To these Westside parolees
And pass the blunt
Cos none of ya'll can hold it

We got the niggas (we got the bitches)
We got the killaz (we got the riches)
We got the dealers (we hit the switches)
We got every fucking thing you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga
If we don't

Who that nigga that you fucking with?
When you want to hear
Some motherfucking nigga shit
Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your bitch
Nigga ren with it
Y'all need to quit it
This shit legendary
Fuck around with it and yo mama get buried
Your first born and that
Bitch you just married!
Who give a fuck pop that
Baby she just carried
Hubbin' all black like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you gon talk about the villain
You a clone
Bitin every time you bust
Who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
Weak motherfuckers better say us!
So +If it Ain't Ruff+, it ain't my shit
Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick
Hate my clique, bitch man cos I won't hit
A nigga that I ain't fucking wit!

Please Beelive it, please beelive it
Please believe it
Awww man gimme one mo' sip of that cognac!