Richie Rich - Let's Ride lyrics

Something about the West coast... Shhh... don't tell nobody Something about the West coast It makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's riide To the city of the scene Put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Something about the West coast It makes me wanna ride [over last line]] (Repeats until Verse 1) [RR overlaps] No disrespect it's all love and a muthaf**a just feel real good Be like what's poppin' on this side of the muthaf**in' planet Understand me? It's still one love, smokin' It's just a whole lot more money involved [Verse 1] In and out my zone I roam like mobile phones (right) Rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes Silly b**hes lie in wait until the day I come home While the phone machine kicks "Biitch Rich ain't at home" (Ha) Six million ways to mob choose one I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes Froze like b**hes, tuck they toes like hoes These amateur n***as done turned pro Can't ride with the hi pro glow The boss with the sauce Got receipts to show how much it cost I dedicate this to the ridahs Who like to slip sideways Beware, double's shuttin down the highway [Hook] Shake it westsiide (something about the west coast) [over the line] Throw ya hands up let's riide To the city of the scene Put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Something about the West coast It makes me wanna ride [over last line] [Verse 2] How many MC's must get dissed Before somebody say don't f** with Rich It's evidential, the presidential slap on the wrist Who that new n***a from Oakland With that brand new twist Don't even worry 'bout it Watch yo' neck & chest They don't wanna get Elliott like Mr. Ness Known for flippin' scripts sick duets & mic' rips But now I'm off the hook don't trip Hookers throw yo' skirt up Crookas' throw yo' turf up Hustlers trust her & some of them put that work up Cause if they ridin' they gone ride tonight When they hit it we to the next light. Believe it [Hook] [Verse 3] Thou commands me To skyball hands free Sam see I'm havin' some spam hezask me Through yo' TV, had "5 On It" with The Luniz [Yukmouth] I got five on it You wanna ride with me That's when you call yo' N-I-G I'd rather be Puttin' the twomp on somethin' thick Big SSL with Nicki Scarf's within the mix Still hittin' licks in the villo with cigarillos Big head C-notes and them light green pillows Tinted windows V dozen on my Benzo The rumble and humble Outdo' versus the indo' That's how it be'z when I smoke for sho' West Coast representin' all O. Believe it [Hook] - repeat to end w/ ad libs