Ride Wit Me Songtext

von T-Bone

Ride Wit Me

Verse 1

Who's this rapper trying to step to me, talking bout, you aint really about that ministry,
Child please, we's them G's on they knees, preaching from California to the Florida keys,
We be, slanging the word, while they, smokin they herb, and dippin in 64's, hittin switches
On the curb, then swirve, back in place, bump that bass, with the sanctified sounds
Produced by that playa Chase, like mase, "I'm fina make ya feel so good", when I bump
This gospel music in your hood, "Inglewood", West Covina, Pasadena, then take it to my
Gente, in Puente, I cant forget about all my patnas in the 415, 510, 916, make them chips,
We stick together like cement and bricks, now just bounce to this playalistic Boneybone
Hit.

Hook

Dip, Bounce, side to side, and come ride wit a playa from tha killa Cali westside. Pyshco,
Westcoast, rider, music, for you and all yo dawgs to cruise wit. (2x)

Verse 2

Shhh, aint no talking, while I'm puttin demons in coffins, dippin in the Cadillac bumpin
Dawkins and Dawkins, got me wrapped up tied up, if you love Cali playa throw the
Westside up, now watch me ride like them hells angels, in them Harleys or those cowboys
With the blue wranglers, swinging their lassels screaming wild, wild west, cuz where I'm I'm
From you need a bulletproof vest, smoke the "WHAT " for your stress, nah dogg, hold up
Wait a minute, cuz ain't no high if the holy ghost aint rolled up in it. I get drunk in the soirit
On a day to day basis, and preach the word to my patnas catching cases, racist clicks
Too, piru flamed up in blue, crips too, God wanna bless you, 2,3,4 and 5, now close your
Eyes and bump this in your ride while you glide and...

Verse 3

I just cant stop, making saucy gospel hip hop, fina do this til the day that I drop like
Tupac,who do you believe in ?, I put my faith in God, blessed to be breathing, preaching to
The hethan, bucking them demons, oh what a feeling, got the crowd screaming, dancing on
The celing, so hate if you wanna mang, say what you say, but gospel rap without Bone is
Like LA with out a Dr.Dre, or Sway without Tech, catching wreck, or these California streets
With out a ghetto vet, it ain't happening, bibles I'm still packin them, and jackin demons
Withthem 44 magnems.