get yo ride on

Lyrics

do some shit with my niggas from the cpt, ha ha, you ready eiht?, yeah, c'mon, i was born to ride, bangin, pack heat, got turned out early by them scandliss freaks, addicted to crime so i stay in the mix, with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks, moms said, "mack, baby watch for danger", i said, "momma don't you know i'm a real gangbanger?", i can't switch over night and be good, and i'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood, so i walked out the door, hopped in the regal, twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle, got a deuce fired at scoob's, i need a gat, so i stopped and got the tech from my g homie wreck, he said, "mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated, and here's the extra clip incase you might need it", get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on, throw the hoo-bang plack in the back and your ride on, ride for me, i'ma ride for you, you hoo-bang, i hoo-bang, so we all a crew, get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best, nobody rides like these killas from the west, ride for me, i'ma ride for you, you hoo-bang, i hoo-bang, so we all a crew, get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best, nobody rides like these killas from the west, 1, 2, 3, and to the 4, eazy muthafuckin e with a chrome to your dome, cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top, i got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block, now when i hit that switch i'm bouncin, more bounce to the ounce and i'm clownin, keep the gat in my lap cuz i'm fully strapped, for the car jackers, but no haps cuz i pack a, tech 9, plus a a-k 47, send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven, peep, nigga i don't sleep, bury muthafuckas in the concrete, you try to creep kinda slow in a astro, but i'm peepin niggas out in my left window, so i blast, and i blast, so i blast no more, yo, they call me motherfuckin john doe, real thugs roll cuz the westside's sick, which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip, slick, but not like rick, the gang story, g's kill and aint shit funny like joe corry, don't make me laugh cuz i"m on the wrong the path, catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath, slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?, that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple, watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo, keep the calico with extra ammo, so and so gets blasted, to the casket, never seen these westside g's face, we masked it, ya'll best be defeat and be discreet, catch the hot heat from across the street, take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me, retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy, ugh, mc eiht in the muthafuckin house, yeah, ha, rest in peace eazy e, fa sho, come on, ugh, westsideriders! ugh