Ridaz — текст песни

(Uh!

)!Yes

Welcome!

(Thug!

n s****throw yo turf in the air)!Smoke-A-Lot

up in this b h***(Throw!

yo hood in the air)!A-G-2

the Ke dmg, yes, Let’s!

kick this anthem s titChorus.

(Yukmouth) *All*

of my n s****Ridaz Small

time grindas pimps, and big timers Whether

it’s heron or hemp wit China I’m

not a b h***on the strip sellin v anus*(Come.

on come, on) Verse

1 (Yukmouth) *N*

anusI’m always into somethin If I can’t beat yo a then** I’m dumpin Give

a n anusthe pumpkin head deluxe Then

come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function We funkin Rootin-tootin

smokin, on blunts wit skunk until a n anusmalfunction Get

in the coupe and punch it N

s****be funkin for nothin Fuckin

the game another, n anusdone lost his name for side bustin Fire

somethin Puffin

put it up in the air You

n s****live to die hustlin I’m, fuckin wit playas from every where From

Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there I’m

a thousandaire Mackin

b s*****draggin, 'em down the strip juss by they hair Like

«Oh dear «!Where

the f k**is money Don’t? go there I leave yo a stuck** hungry, starvin in the middle of no fuckin where I swear Cut

off your privlage like welfare Section

8 Smoke-A-Lot'll, stay placed in Berlin By the end of 9−8 hell, yeah Then

I’ll be straight F

k**off a hundred G’s and still got money up in the safe Ridaz

n anus (Chorus)!

2 (G-Mone *of A-G-2-A-Ke) Go*

inside the twitchin missin, my, mission I vision the hit Suckas

keep watchin yo mental mix is gettin twisted Who

is this In? the kitchen wit fixings for the come up Servin

rocks on the block til it get hot snitch we ridin on ya B

h***we Ridaz Remind

ya that n s****high If I introduce you to the ditch you, don’t wanna die Is the hit Smoke

drank, already lit Caulkin

my s titWho

you think you fuckin wit I?

said recognize the mutha fuckin Mobb hoe I don’t know nothin juss, heard poppin by the door Who

flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the «O» By the Flippin???

this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ke You

best believe we rob yo spot Why

not We? Rap-A fuckin Lot Owe

us some paper There’s

no reason for us to not glock Posted

wit yo mouth open hopin that I don’t squeeze Wit

a swift chopped up to his knees Say

where the cheese We?

Ridaz (Chorus)!

3 (Yukmouth) *I'm*

juss a Y G. Who.

snuck in the gamblin shacks Scramblin

crack wit n s****who did more years than Geronimo Pratt Killas

wit hands on they gats mutha, fuckin murder fo' hire Mobb

attire pupils, dialated n, anushog tied in barb wire Torture

squeeze, a n s****nuts wit plyers Put

his place on fire Then

escape juss like Mcguyver wit the get-away driver Live

and direct from the projects that be gated On some made s titOutlaw

affiliated He!

chose to spray wit gages Baraccaded

the scene yellow, tape and white chalk N

s****who like doe I, get paid off F

k**a write-off It’s

tax free money Deliver

'em a China up inside a Taxi honey Task

be lookin at me funny Know

I’m a trigga happy gats, be hungry Barkin

on n s****like dmx Beat

b s*****like pms And

flee ridin a bmx flippin, ga checks at yo set Grab

the promoter by his mutha fuckin neck Don’t

be fooled by the Rolex (Chorus)!

4 (Dmg) *Who*

in the mutha fuckin hell Nothin

but Regime Ridaz Southside

affiliated wit big timers Ballers

Killers

who, live in mansions off the water Lunitiks

shippin, in bricks after brick 200

percent pure, snow white Coca-Cola Straight

Yola all the way from the Bay to Minnesota What

you know bout this, Face Mob rida Dumpin

off on yo s tit4 and 5 timer Yuk

I, think it’s time we f k**these mutha fuckas up Show

these mutha fuckas up straight, up drama uncut F

k**they mamas They

fuckin wit killas wit seven figgas Psycos

drinkin, the bottles of nitro Now

it was Yukmouth That

told me that He got «5 On It» And

I believed that And

now you Better

believe it too N anusI will shoot Murder

up you and you we Ridaz (echos)!! (gun