Damu Ridas - Ride Again lyrics

[GREEN EYES:] West Side WOOP! WOOP! West Side 92 Street Riders [GREEN EYES:] I bangs Damus, me and Dock claim too But we just don't give a f**, it's the life we choose Eight brews daily just to keep my mind focused On the block everyday so my life it's like hopeless Dropped out the school and learnt the tricks of the trade I was a crook but did whatever it took tryin' to get paid My mind was made to be a soldier, I got two lives And I lost one the day my n***a Pumpkin died And it's a shame the game got your own homie shady So I lay up in the cut, hands clutch the 3.80 Ready to dump a n***a out, n***a this is F for d**h And I'ma empty the motherf**er till he ain't none left And till my last breath, Green Eyes gon' be payin' dues In the hood khaki suited up, pig tails and?? shoes [DOCK-B:] Well if you know like I know, was only two ways to go Either the B or to P, crossin' out every C, 187 at the end Best to tell your friends Dock B and Green Eyes on the ride again [DOCK-B:] Comin' from the Wild West young Sick Dock from the F Bangin' for the?? gang, it's a Family Swan thang From the East - to the West - y'all know - who the best Who tha f** - wanna test - hot ones - to the chest F-A-M-I-L-Y, you n***as know Yellin' F till I'm still right before one n***a go Out the door B-Dog from head to toe F hat, red Chucks may you motherf**ers know On my way to?? G-I So we can hoo-ride You bring tha pistolas And I'm comin' In a G-ride The weed high It's the only way to go Me smokin' on some loots on Bloods? Hell no! [DOCK-B:] Well if you know like I know, was only two ways to go Either the B or to P, crossin' out every C, 187 at the end Best to tell your friends Dock B and Green Eyes on the ride again Well if you know like I know, was only two ways to go Either the B or to P, crossin' out every C, 187 at the end Best to tell your friends Dock B and Green Eyes on the ride again [GREEN EYES:] I'm back up on that a**, on the streets after three years It's me: Young Gangsta Green Eyes, Inglewood Y-G And I'm straight f**in' it up Blood cause I know I can do it this And n***as from 9-Deuce recognize who's tha truest ?? representer, enemy homicider You know I'm a rider and I'm down with West Siders Headed to Darby Park where my n***as hang and bang 7-7, 8-0, 9-Deuce we claim the same [DOCK-B:] Everytime I look around Somebody's trying to test Who bangin' on me To get some stripes on their chests What they really ain't knowin' Who they f**in' with A soldier from the West, born and raised in that sh** It's only two thangs in life That I'm really scared of My momma and God, f** a fool with a gun You better bust with precision when you're goin' on your mission Cause if your a** missin it's your grave body diggin' So let the punk start And aim for the heart You won't even close so I be back at the dark Who the sh** ain't no game and I mean what I say Come trip in my hood and you'll get sprayed with the 'K It's an everyday thang For us to trip Better come here quick Either Blood or Crip [DOCK-B:] Well if you know like I know, was only two ways to go Either the B or to P crossin' out every C, 187 at the end Best to tell your friends Dock B and Green Eyes on the ride again...