E-40 - Ride With Me lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort + E-40] What is it? E-40 and Too $hort in this thang, breh You better know it Give ‘em a dose of some of this real sh** That's all we spit is that real sh**, pimp [Verse 1: E-40] Reporting live from the soil, where the pickle jars boil Where you can get popped like a boil And fried like vegetable oil Where it's murkish and sheisty, you can't be taking it lightly Get rid of one, it'll be three just like him The coyotes is out, and they thirsty and starvin' (What else?) Scamming and scheming, lurking and plotting I got an old school Firebird and I spoil it rotten The beat be throbbin', speakers shake like Parkinson's I keep it lit like an arsonist, sativa, I'm sparkin' it Smoking me reefer, Kel-Tec 9 millimeter The heater ain't on and it's freezing cold No Medicaid or nuttin', granny 80-years-old (Wow) What's a youngster to do? What's a loved one to do? Get out there and hustle, make it do what it do Born in the struggle, where it's only a few Brothers that make it out then come back and help you (b*atch!) [Hook: E-40] Ride with me To the land where they push that coke And substitute it with the powdered soap Ride with me To a place where it ain't no joke Where they tryna get rich, f** being broke Ride with me Where the sidewalks smell like pee Where they do heron and fi-fi Ride with me Through the hood where they grow that tree Show you some things you never see Ride with me Ride with me [Verse 2: Too $hort] I'm with them wild a** Oakland n***as All game spitters and mostly hitters ‘Cause in the Town we still gone Strapped, riding through the k** zone East Oakland, probably makes you nervous But it makes me feel perfect So don't trip, ‘cause you good with us Ride with me, I go to every hood, it's love From N.O. to ATL, Oakland to Vallejo And everywhere in between Streets is mean, but they love me Park the whip, jump out and it's lovely They love me like I'm Big Fred Thompson R.I.P., tell his mama and his cousin I know the homie would jam these songs Clownin', getting his dance on, he ain't gone [Hook: E-40] Ride with me To the land where they push that coke And substitute it with the powdered soap Ride with me To a place where it ain't no joke Where they tryna get rich, f** being broke Ride with me Where the sidewalks smell like pee Where they do heron and fi-fi Ride with me Through the hood where they grow that tree Show you some things you never see Ride with me Ride with me [Verse 3] [E-40] UH! Johnny law got uniform cameras, so they can cover their a** To protect theyself in court in case they gotta blast ‘Cause they pop at cops and drive real fast, high-speed and crash Get out on feet, hop over the fence, out-run their a** But it's never a happy ending, eventually you get caught For a**ault, sentenced to d**h for shooting a car In the hood, it's syrup; in the ‘burbs, bath salt Hurry up, no, hurr'up, is the way we talk [Too $hort] We beat around the push on the telephone If you don't I'm hanging up ‘cause you hella wrong It's us against them, that's the way it's been No compromise, we can't be friends So f** you if you don't ride with me I represent Oakland's Eastside streets You see us in action, damn, they hard Real n***as from the funk to Sobrante Park [Hook: E-40] Ride with me To the land where they push that coke And substitute it with the powdered soap Ride with me To a place where it ain't no joke Where they tryna get rich, f** being broke Ride with me Where the sidewalks smell like pee Where they do heron and fi-fi Ride with me Through the hood where they grow that tree Show you some things you never see Ride with me Ride with me [Outro: E-40 + (Too $hort)] Muhf**a can't be in my car if he on some s**a sh**, mayne (b*tch!) n***as be backdoorin' n***as and sh** Ol' shady a**, snake in the ground a** n***as You understand me? n***as like this, mayne A lot of n***as, mayne, you gotta be aware of the hand that hides the snake I tell these n***as, mayne, if you wanna come get laced, man Come on over to Gamed Up University where we lace the unlaced, ya b**h (b*tch! — Took him out the car; he ain't no rider) UH!