Kurupt - Who Ride Wit Us Lyrics
Ride wit us, who ride wit usChorus: repeat 4xAwww yeah! do you wanna ride wit usWho ride wit us[daz]When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumperWit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and humminHoppin up the shaw on a sunday, what a fun dayDip skip trippin and whippin down the one-wayDiggy daz a busta aint had enough againstRough and rough but its never too muchDaz kurupt, kurupt and daz on that assWe clash blast suckers just like a head on crashThis aint back in the day, you get taught and sprayedAk front to the back cause we hard to fadeWe enormous, we attackin it plus we swarminTo rumble in the jungle like ali and foremanWe rippin it up, we be givin it upOn the daily homeboy we be givin it upWe be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it upHomeboy diggy daz (now with kurupt)Chorus[kurupt]Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turnBoil and burn, two buckets of yearnFlippin stickin fools for chicken, scrapin the curbsScrappin for the domes straight to the head thunderbirdIm on it homey, me and my homegirl diamondDown with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhyminDaz, my closest homeboyCalifornia lickin switches a couple toysRetirin ? a couple jerseysWent from the sunny state to jersey, puffin hersheyLet off, get off, or get spin offSpit off, set off, spun off the chestOff the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boostGangster daz and kurupt let looseThis is it, short change dip wit usSip wit it us, ***** your heat or spit wit usChorus[daz]Im tired of this (this) Im tired of that (daz)Im bout to bust, fool wheres the strapG fo flow for sho, bounce galoUp and down stairs beats everywhere I goCalico excursions, different diversionsHomicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homeyOn the corner chippin the curb and any bustaGet close enough we servin[kurupt]Homey dont get nervousBeware, daz kurupt fool bewareRippin it up fool so you better bewareOf my crew, dred and blued up, get chewed upYou and your all crap crew get bruised upIm the one you love to hate so give me mineAnd pay dues and now Im livin the life of crimeSwitched up, hit em up, blast or get em upForty-five, tec nines blast or hit em upAww yeahChorus
