Jim Jones - Let's Ride Lyrics
(feat. J.r. Writer)[jim Jones (talking)]Yea, Jones...capo StatusYou Know What This Is About! Its About Riders...All My States Around The CountriesAll My Niggaz From Ghetto To Ghetto, My Niggaz Ready To Ride..R.i.p Biggie Smalls This One's For You..[chorus 2x: Jim Jones]Let's Ride, Here Go Some Riders, I Hope You Know The RidersThem Holding, Rollin Riders, Lock And Load My RidersYou Know We Riders, That Ride Out And Get High, And Just RideAnd Get High And Just Ride[jim Jones]Lock And Load The Clip, See Po-po Then Slow The WhipBig Ass Guns In A Stolen Whip, But If You Got Weed Then Roll The ShitYou Rollin WithThem Rollin Dips, Straight Up Weed No Poofin TheseStraight Up G's No Doopin Me, Brazy B's That Shoot Up ShitMajor Cheese Off Of Movin BricksFrom Cuttin Up Rain To Shuflin RainBaggin These Hoes *****in Some DamesWaking Up Morning And *****in The DameI'm In Restaurants Mr. Chows, Stuntin Hard Like 50 ThouI Keep My Goons My Niggaz Wild, Shootin That Thing Til Ya Shit Go Blaow!The Palmin Weed Cant Come My Needs, Hatian Niggaz Bombin WeedGats Mo-mo, Techs Gon Blow, All In These StreetsShots With A Four Pound, Ak When It Go RoundDont Play When It Go RoundIn Little Haiti Them Niggaz Crazy Like "get 'em Baby!"[chorus: Jim Jones 2x]Let's Ride, Here Go Some Riders, I Hope You Know The RidersThem Holding, Rollin Riders, Lock And Load My RidersYou Know We Riders, That Ride Out And Get High, And Just RideAnd Get High And Just Ride[jim Jones]Call My Gang To Bust, Know You Fags Aint DangerousMust Be High Off Angel Dust, To Think That You Can Bang Wit Us Hang Wit UsTape You To The Hood No Thang With Us, Shoot Up Ya Club Get Ya Mangled UpI Call My Gangstas Up, And Get Ya Faggot Ass Tangled UpNow What You *****es, Step On The Corner Wit A Bunch Of G'sTryna Dump The Heat, While You Duck PoliceMe Myself I Run The Streets Wit No Regard(they) Like "oh My God!"We Just Sittin Here Not To Lose, High Off Weed And Lots Of BoozeCall My G's When I Got To Move, Cause I Drop 100 G's When I Copped The CoupeNiggaz Round The Way Tryna Take My Life, Cause I Run Round The Way Wit A Neck Full Of IceGotta Bunch Of Doggs And I Set 'em To Bite, If You Niggaz Want War We Can Do It TonightI'm Prayin To The Lord That Optimize, Dipset Byrdgang Know I'ma RideAnd I'ma Rep Til My Last Breath, Take A Pull Of My Last HitPull Up On These Niggaz And Blast The *****, Eastside When I Mask The *****We Ride On Some Panther Shit, Gotta Go Prac, Lotta Load GatsIf A Niggaz Run On Me Then I Gotta Go Back...back...(and We Gon Ride Out And Get High)[chorus: Jim Jones 2x]Let's Ride, Here Go Some Riders, I Hope You Know The RidersThem Holding, Rollin Riders, Lock And Load My RidersYou Know We Riders, That Ride Out And Get High, And Just RideAnd Get High And Just Ride[chorus 2x: J.r. Writer]You Know We Riders, I Hope You Know We RidersYou Think You Roll Wit Liars, You'll Hear Them 4's Wit FireListen Lame, I'm Insane, To This Game, Get This Flame In Ya BrainLike "bang Bang Bang Bang..."[j.r. Writer]Yo, Who Is Realer Than Us? We'll Turn Jailors To SlutsI'm Too Real Chill, You Can't Inhale What I PuffPeep It Duke, Me To You's, Like A Whale To A GupKeep Ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma Go Taylor My ChucksYou'll Get Whaled On The Snuck, Gat For Ice, Match It TwiceFaggot Dyke, Mag To Bite, There Go Ya AppetiteMy Niggaz Blast The Pipe, Black Ya Lights, Flag The KiteShout To My Man Tito Lino Facin Natural LifeI'm Just Natural NiceYou's Hermaphrodite, My Man Zeke Be Home 3 Nigga Pass The Kite (freeky!)This The Facts Of Life, Facts Of Ice, Scrap Ya RightCabbage Sliced, Matchin Chain, Matchin NikesYou's A Coward Please, I Keep The Power SqueezedCreep This Thunder'll Leave You Under Them Flower TreesI Done Crowd The Pease, Wit About A Thousand KeysAsk About Me, I Aint Gotta Break A Smile To Cheese
