Wanna Ride (feat. Ice Cube & MC Ren)

WC

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    Look at this pene
    Coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga
    Keep it gangsta ya'll, please believe it
    Keep it gangsta ya'll, my niggas thug out
    Keep it gangsta ya'll, you getting drug out
    Keep it gangsta ya'll, these bitches loc out
    Keep it gangsta ya'll, when we smoke out
    Keep it gangsta ya'll, cause we chromed out
    Keep it gangsta ya'll, I bought the bomb out
    Keep it gangsta ya'll

    Hear ye, hear ye! Call me hogs
    Fresh out of the hole tank
    Bouncing off the walls
    Dub-C, the Bandanna president
    With the gauge on the handlebars
    Rolling through your residence, running the scene
    It's the king of the cars down
    Baby, in my new all stars
    Gangsta's, what are the gangstas?
    None of them make me riders
    Throw your heaters up, throw em' up
    Ladies, Old Gs, sorry that I've been gone
    But now I'm back to get my walk on
    Swang with the gang as I reach out
    And touch yah, throw my cup
    And get ignorant out this motherfucker
    Mayday, mayday, back in charge
    Cutting all costs, cutting all costs
    Dip, skip-skipping thru the lane
    With the bang, bang, bang jingle
    Hopping under the SS, working them ankles
    Dubs shiesty for scrillias
    And I brought my homeboy
    Hell yeah, the mother fucking villain
    One to the two, to the three, to the hello
    Look at these Gs working these
    Here come the villain with another heater
    With mother fucking Dub, nigga, in a two seater
    Hold my nuts while I west, west ya'll
    West, west ya'll
    Grab that microphone and I test, test ya'll
    Villain Mericone, I be like all over ya'll
    Who wanna ball with that black nigga Red?
    Like the dime nigga, I'm supreme hustling
    WC, give a fuck if these bitches don't love me

    I wanna bang, I wanna ride
    I wanna slang from my side
    You and I, it's do or die
    We can roll till the wheels fall off
    And let these mother fuckers know
    They got to peel us off
    I wanna bang, I wanna ride
    I wanna slang from my side
    You and I, it's do or die
    We can roll till the wheels fall off
    And let these mother fuckers know
    They got to peel us off, gangsta

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    Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
    Up under the gun, running a game
    Waddada day, wadada day
    Dub lock it, let your flag hang
    From your back pocket
    None of them, none of them, none of them
    Can't none of them get wit me
    Peep my style, but you can't get rid of me
    I heard your C walking now
    Well, who taught you?
    What, you could see who?
    Nigga, why I out to smack
    All the spit out yah, beat the shit out yah
    Get out the dump and stomp it
    Dip into the 600, sagging in my overalls, blunted
    Thinking of quit fronting
    Cause gangsta shit WC running
    Head hunting, steadily pumping
    I come though punking ya'll for ya'll rodies
    Shooting a life style like Colby's
    So shut up and kneel
    To these West Side parolees and pass the 40s
    Cause can't none of you bustas hold me
    We got the niggas, we got the bitches
    We got the killas, we got the riches
    We got the dealers, we hit the switches
    We got every fucking thing you want
    And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
    We got the niggas, we got the bitches
    We got the killas, we got the riches
    We got the dealers, we hit the switches
    We got every fucking thing you want
    And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
    We got the niggas, we got the bitches
    We got the killas, we got the riches
    We got the dealers, we hit the switches
    We got every fucking thing you want
    And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't

    Who that nigga that you fucking with? Who?
    When you wanna hear some motherfuckng nigga shit, ooh
    Called a villain and I bring hot lyrics
    Hit your bitch, nigga ran wit it
    Ya'll need to quit it
    This shit legendary, fuck around with us
    And your mama get buried
    Your first born and that bitch you just married
    Who give a fuck bout that baby she just carried?
    Up in all black like my fucking skin tone
    How the fuck you gonna talk a bout the villain?
    You a phone, biting every time you bust
    Who gave all your balls a weak motherfuckers
    Better say us
    So if it ain't rough, it ain't my shit
    Might have been my bitch, it ain't my dick
    Hate my click, bitch mad cause I won't hit
    Or a nigga I ain't fucking with
    It's the villain

    I wanna bang, I wanna ride
    I wanna slang from my side
    You and I, it's do or die
    We can roll till the wheels fall off
    And let these mother fuckers know
    They got to peel us off, gangsta

    Please believe it
    Please believe it
    Please believe it

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    Composición: O.B. Jackson y L.T. Patterson

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