Jim Jones - Let's Ride lyrics

Jones, Capo Status You know what this is about, 'bout riders All my states around this country All my ghettos, my n***az ready to ride R.I.P, Biggie Smalls, this one's for you We some riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and get high, let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride now let's ride Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip Big a** guns in a stolen whip but if you got weed then roll the sh** You rollin' with them rollin' Dips, straight up weed no poofin' these Straight up G's no doopin' me, crazy be's that shoot up sh** Major cheese off of movin' bricks From cuttin' up rain to shuflin' rain Baggin' these hoes, f**in' some dames Waking up morning and f** is the name I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows Stuntin' hard like 50 thou I keep my goons my n***az wild Shootin' that thing till ya sh** go blaow The palmin' cheese can't come my needs Hatian n***az bombin' weed Gats mo-mo, techs gon' blow, all in these streets Shots with a four pound, AK when it go 'round Don't play when it go 'round In little Haiti them n***az crazy like "Get 'em, baby" Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride and let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride now let's ride Call my gang to bust, know you f*gs ain't dangerous Must be high off Angel Dust To think that you can bang wit' us hang wit' us Tape you to the hood no thang with us Shoot up ya club get ya mangled up I call my gangstas up and get ya f*ggot a** tangled up Now what you b**hes, step on the corner wit' a bunch of G's Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police Me, myself, I run the streets wit' no regard like, "Oh my God" We just sittin' here not to lose, high off weed with lots of booze Call my G's when I got to move 'Cause I drop 100 G's when I dropped the Coupe n***az found a way tryna take my life 'Cause I run 'round the way wit' a neck full of ice Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite So if you n***az want war we can do it tonight I'm prayin' to the Lord that optimize Dip Set Byrd Gang know I'ma ride And I'ma rep till my last breath Take a pull of my last hit Pull up on these n***az and blast the b**h East side when I mask the b**h We ride on some panther sh**, gotta go prac, lotta load gats If a n***az run on me then I gotta go back, back And we gon' ride out, just ride and get high And just ride and get high add let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride now let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride And get high and just ride, now let's ride You know we riders, I hope you know we riders You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire Listen lame, I'm insane to this game, get this flame in ya brain Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang You know we riders, I hope you know we riders You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Yo, who is realer than us? We'll turn jailers to smuts I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go Taylor my Chucks You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice f*ggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite My n***az blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite Shout to my man Tito Lino facin' natural life I'm just natural nice, you's hermaphrodite My man Zeke be home three n***a pa** the kite This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right Cabbage sliced, matchin' chain, matchin' Nikes You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees I done crowd the please, wit about a thousand keys Ask about me, I ain't gotta break a smile to cheese