Eazy-e - Get Yo Ride On lyrics

[Mack 10] Do some sh** with my n***as from the CPT, ha ha You ready Eiht? [MC Eiht] Yeah, c'mon [Mack 10] I was born to ride, banging, pack heat Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling j**elry licks Moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger" I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gang banger?" 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 Twisting triple 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: x2] 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 [Eazy E] 1, 2, 3, and to the 4 Eazy motherf**ing with a chrome to your dome Cruising, in my 6-4 rag top I got a lot of juice, a lot of f**ing block Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncing More bounce to the ounce and I'm clowning Keep the gat in my lap cause I'm fully strapped For the car jackers, but no haps cause 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 motherf**ers in the concrete You try to creep kinda slow in a Astro But I'm peeping n***as out in my left window So I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more Yo, they call me motherf**ing John Doe [Chorus] [MC Eiht] Real thugs roll cause the Westside's sick Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip Slick, but not like Rick, the gang story G's k** and ain't sh** funny like Joe Corry Don't make me laugh cause I"m on the wrong the path Catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath Slang strike to make money, now ain't that simple? That silly n***a's wearing 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 west side G's face, we masked it Y'all 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 hitting p**y [Chorus] Ugh, MC Eiht in the motherf**ing house (yeah, Hoo-Bang one time) Yeah, ha (Hoo-Bang two times) Rest in peace Eazy E (the hip hop thugster) (yeah) Fa sho (Mack Dime) Come on, ugh (all day baby, all day baby) West side riders! Ugh