Eastwood - Slide N Slide Out lyrics

[Intro/Hook One: repeat 2X] Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move You can tell by the way I'm smooth (I'm smooth) But at the same time actin a fool (actin a fool) [Verse One] I'm a West coast rider, California rider I'll put that on my riders, I'ma keep it rider And keep it low key, to smash on these motherf**ers 'fore they smash me, I'm a California rider [Verse Two] I'm a West coast rider, California rider An Eastside, L.A., South Central rider Inglewood rider, spit it how I live it I'm a rider and if I ain't got it I gotta get it Don't make me act a fool (fool) Kick back lil' homey "B" cool, or "C" cool Yeah, it's however you wanna take it I'ma rider my n***a you must got me mistaken With them other n***as over there, Daz you a rider? n***a you scared, a b**h in disguise With a fade and a beard, Kustapo Pentagon riders Plus we authentic over here We don't gotta blast, to k** each other off We can go hands n***a I'll show you who the boss I'm a West coast rider, California rider An Eastside, L.A., South Central rider Inglewood rider, spit it how I live it I'm a rider and if I ain't got it I gotta get it [Hook Two] Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move Tanktop, corduroy, house shoes (house shoes) I'm a gangster that just can't lose, yeah Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move Tanktop, corduroy, house shoes (house shoes) I'm a gangster in my gangster shoes, n***a Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move.. [Verse Three] I cain't get enough of the block I cain't get enough cause I'm stuck on the block I'ma Y.A. ride 'til I'm dead on the block Entourage 'til I'm gone watchin me until I drop Got a pocket full of stones, walkin up and down the block See the cops at the corner, real n***as never stop I see d**h around the corner so I'm hangin on the block When I'm gone to the coroner they'll leave me on the block I was wrong, got a problem, you can see me on the block That's home, Thunderdome, you can meet me at the spot Probably catch you at the club sippin Henny on the rocks Catch you walkin out the club knock your a** out the box I'm a gangster n***a [Hook One] [Verse Four] I'ma gang-sta ride (that's right) And gang-sta glide (and glide) I'm gang-sta-fied, I live a gang-sta life G to T, that's all I know And blowin on dicks, is all she know She a ho, and baby give me head on the spot She a s**a for a n***a hardhead from the block Dear God, don't let a young n***a die broke I hold my pistol with pride with every 9 I toke It's a tear I done shed Another black male on the stairs laid dead What more could I do? Move up, n***a ain't no rules in the hood Too many d** used in the hood We all young black and abused in the hood 15 years old, they got him doin life No sense to keep cruisin I'ma keep cryin The judge got a grudge, the D.A. lyin You gotta give him mercy, Lord let him breathe Good or bad seed he a seed in the soil Hold your head soldier I'm right here for you And that go for all my homeboys - yuh! [Hook Three/Outro] Slide, slide, roll 'n ride Front 'n back, side to side Pimpin baby side to side So many come to where riders ride Slide, slide, roll 'n ride Front 'n back, side to side Pimpin baby side to side Keep it hood, riders ride Slide, slide, roll 'n ride Front 'n back, side to side Pimpin baby side to side d**h Row how them riders ride [Verse Five - fading out] Yeah, they don't wanna see the Y.A. ride They don't wanna see cellmates rise They don't wanna see the Pentagon rise They don't wanna see the entourage ride They don't wanna see d**h Row ride They don't wanna see..