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(Intro)
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This goes out to all riders worldwide
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Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
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where playa hatin' killers and the hood niggas thrive
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And lame motherfuckers can barely survive
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(Verse 1)
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One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch took a shower dried off
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brushed the gold teeth like slick rick
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Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh think
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I'm blessed with the cest after slippin on my slick fit
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The high discover me, hit the front porch two women butterly lovely
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in front of me got my head gone
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I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them got chocolate big
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thighs and the other one was a redbone
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Where ya'll goin' ya'll thick as hell, what's your name I wanna get up
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with ya'll tonight shit
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I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit
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call up the buddies you be tight with
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We ain't really gon be doin too much though we just ridin around bumpin'
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sounds trippin out while we flame janes
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tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang cane to maintain
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to mob's the same thing
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Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit Speed
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pass the clit and get passionate
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grab the buckle and unfasten it and we can get into some ol nasty shit
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Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus this ain't no spin
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move and I ain't got no time to lie
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Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by but hit the weed tip first
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cause my clique got to be riding high 'cause it feels so good
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(Chorus)
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It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good
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(When we ridin high)
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Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes
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straight pimpin' with nowhere to go
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And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood like so good
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(When we ridin high)
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Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes
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straight pimpin' with nowhere to go
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(Verse 2)
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Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we lust
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smokin' some but the flame tight
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Trippin' off how we survivin' the rugged terrian and try to hang tight
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getting fucked up on gang night
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Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we
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sent deebo back to back to back
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We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks
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black ashtrays with blunt reds and crack sacs
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We sittin' and chillin' what we're feenin' on been in bitches' cribs
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hopin its on the fenal strokin were strollin alone
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Rollin the chrome out really trippin because we take the smoke to the
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dome
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Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones glisten from all
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the sunlight
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Peepin the fe's with thier hair done tight boody hung right
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and every night we see at least one fight, hookin up with
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my fellow Westside cliques
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Now together we mush but when are we strapped through and rug cutters
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Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers
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ridin' every one of ya'll my muhfuckers
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So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome
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we gone to blaze on till my brain's blown
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Hope to get my thing on no matter what block or or street you kick it
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throughout the world its the same song (so the Mobsters just flame on)
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For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got up on hittin'
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the cuz
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From stealin' tips where they're swum the doves mo' we got up on some
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bud, straight hittin' up the block searching for love
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Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone smokin delight the body
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right what the party like are you as live as I
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Come roll with me so we can ride the sky but only if you let me play
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with you while we ridin' high 'cause it feels so good
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Chorus
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(Verse 3)
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Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo'
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cheese
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Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's
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split the philly with my door keys
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scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin' through
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sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2
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Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
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Wreckin' Crew bring out the best in you
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Confessin true lies about your inner thighs and where they been
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hopin maybe you be my lady
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What's the potatoes without the gravy what you feelin on maybe soft with
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the silicone baby, but can you pay me
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Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll while rockin dope flows I'll
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lose the spot if I choose to stop
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We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about how later on you comin' out
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your clothes, shoes and socks now is that news or not
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come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last "O" get a "B" and
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split it now watch me kill it
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Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro on billets take a choke
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on so I can really feel it
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Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a
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good life and that we know
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always and forever though, for ever more rollin in the ghetto with no
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where to go and it feels so good
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Chorus 3X
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Feels So Good
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| Twista |
