Mack 10: do some sh** with my n***as from the cpt, ha ha
You ready eiht?
Mc eiht: yeah, c'mon
Verse 1: mack 10
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 j**elry licks
Moms said, "mack, baby watch for danger"
I said, "momma don't you know i'm a real g**ner?"
I can't switch over night and be good
And i'll be damned if a n***a 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
Chorus:
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 k**as 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 k**as from the west
Verse 2: eazy e
1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthaf**in e with a chrome to your dome
Cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of f**in 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, n***a i don't sleep
Bury muthaf**as in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in a astro
But i'm peepin n***as out in my left window
So i blast, and i blast, so i blast no more
Yo, they call me motherf**in john doe
Chorus
Verse 3: mc eiht
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 k** and aint sh** 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 n***a's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
Watch my n***a'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 p**y
Chorus
Ugh, mc eiht in the muthaf**in house
(yeah, hoo-bang one time)
Yeah, ha
(hoo-bang two times)
Rest in peace eazy e
(the hiphop thugsta)
(yeah)
Fa sho
(mack dime)
Come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
Westsideriders!! ugh