Daz Dillinger - Ridin' High Lyrics
(daz)That nigga daz and dub c in this mother*****er(whats happening nigga)Doing what we got to do, every day all dayAnd if you didnt know! now you know!So get it right! beeeoootch!!!(echoes)YahAnd it goes like thatGangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shitGangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shitWc, daz, nigga dazGangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit(chorus)(x2)Just ridin high!(just ridin high)Just ridin by!(just ridin by)Come on!Dont trip, dont trip(daz)Its like chill, why do we have to fool and get illOn what we call the dollar dollar billYou can get killed for that paint job and wheelsOh my oh my I love the dollar dollar billOh juicy, be like ? vision? when he shot steelPut the blame up on you and be out with the lootSlang coke or weed, pillsYou got pinky when the cup of blood got spilledShit outta luck, there aint no refillsIm more deadlier then everWhat I gotll see through your armor shieldShow you breakdown with your billsRecognize the real side thatll ride and killJust for sure(chorus)(wc)Chronics in the bag, rollin all dayBlue ? ? ? ? ? ? six with ? double? called ? say?Age sixteen, Im tired of hearing moms mouthMother*****er get a job or get ya punk ass out!A little wild seed, influenced by the gsStrong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheeseIts the normal method, barrel start by the jailWreck a long one ? ? ? ? ? the real stretch marksA juvenile packing millimetersAnd when Im close to doing a thirdNigga I got more stripes then a zebraWill I live and make it out of the ghettoBut will I die?Only God knows nigga but for now I just know Im just(chorus)(daz)You got the upper handTake control and take commandGet your blast over with and cut the bullshitI the need the chips in a hurryBy the end of the day Im having em dont worrySorta like a dream or a storybookA born crookShook all the bustas that snitchNow ima black bookIt took a whileBeing so broke its hard to smileHard living, trying to be grown when Im a childOvershadowed by negativityRunning and stealing, running from securitySomething like a mysteryDrugs,*****es to county jails, penitentiariesMy background historyCause the game is so trickory(wc)Now whats the remedyShould we strive, the streets is killing meOr should we lay down in a cell shits forgiving meCriminal activityCrack sales are killing me(a bunch or syllables said really fast)(daz)Just chill(wc)Im tired of living the life of crime(daz)Just chill(wc)The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind(daz)Just chill(wc)Why do we have to fool and get ill(daz)Dont trip(wc)Its all about the dollar dollar bill(chorus)(daz talking)You mother*****ers wanted to know what the gang was all aboutAnd now you know, you aint got to look no furtherWc and that nigga dazBringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shitSucka!!98-97 99-2gWhoooo!!What, what, what hey(x3)
