Lyric Fo Ridas

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This one s fo the money
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Verse 1

We ridin raw 97 Suburban s wit the chrome kit
every nigga on trigga ready to dome split
got a million
but still ain t satisfied
gold thangs on every old school that we ride
got keys
so many g s
bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these
if a bitch ain t about her money man I can t fuck wit that
got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak
ask yo folks bitch like 40 I m so serious about my scratch
livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch
from Vallejo to Sac
pushin new Lacs an 96 Ac s
we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack
some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack
from ol skool seven-deuce Chevy s an glass packs
representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map
where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack
ridas.

*(Chrous- C-Bo)*

I was born in hell juss to be a rida
wit lo-lo s an 4-4 s an mo hoes fo the ridas
keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas
desperado outlaws do the dirt

Verse 2

I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch
pushin the 9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak
an ain t a damn thang changed about the dope game
but the bitches size the money an the price of the caine
from ruby 13-5 s is how we get it
cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it
if it s money then a nigga, gots to get it
hit it an quit it, but I ain t wit it less it s worth a mill ticket
I m a savage
about my cabbage
I gots to have it
automatic, movin through traffic prepared fo static
got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh
jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick
mutha fuckaz can t hang wit the Garden Blocc gang
packin tech s, quick to wreck brains
I m insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine
to kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game
rida.

*(Chorus)* x1

Verse 3

Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name
ridin Lexus s in Texas i where my pits get trained
mo pain
then I proceed to gain
like a gumbo pot full o sell em up full of caine
got a 4-5 got a Stang I m Major Pain inflictin pain
no pain, no gain
was out fo murda when I came
don t tame mo niggaz, then a million man march
an hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart
no marks in my game, then bump an pull triggaz
mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz
I m real wit this, that s why they kill wit this
young ballaz on alcohol, that ll peel yo shit
don t try to act like you hardcore
knowin you ain t
Mafia s ready fo war bringin the yellow tank
westcoast is the spot where I slang my yey
distributin it nation wide, all across the state
fo ridas.

*(chorus)*