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Song title: Daz Dillinger - Ridin High (feat. CJ Mac, Carl 'Butch' Small & WC)

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(daz)
 That nigga daz and dub c in this motherfucker(what's happening nigga)
 Doing what we got to do, every day all day
 And if you didn't know! now you know!
 So get it right! beeeoootch!!!(echoes)

Yah
 And it goes like that
 Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
 Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
 Wc, daz, nigga daz
 Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit

(chorus)(x2)
 Just ridin high!(just ridin high)
 Just ridin by!(just ridin by)
 Come on!
 Don't trip, don't trip

(daz)
 It's like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill
 On what we call the dollar dollar bill
 You can get killed for that paint job and wheels
 Oh my oh my i love the dollar dollar bill
 Oh juicy, be like ?vision? when he shot steel
 Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot
 Slang coke or weed, pills
 You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled
 Shit outta luck, there ain't no refills
 I'm more deadlier then ever
 What i got'll see through your armor shield
 Show you breakdown with your bills
 Recognize the real side that'll ride and kill
 Just for sure

(chorus)

(wc)
 Chronic's in the bag, rollin all day
 Blue ??????six with ?double? called ?say?
 Age sixteen, i'm tired of hearing mom's mouth
 "motherfucker get a job or get ya punk ass out!"
 A little wild seed, influenced by the g's
 Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheese
 It's the normal method, barrel start by the jail
 Wreck a long one ????? the real stretch marks
 A juvenile packing millimeters
 And when i'm close to doing a third
 Nigga i got more stripes then a zebra
 Will i live and make it out of the ghetto
 But will i die?
 Only god knows nigga but for now i just know i'm just

(chorus)

(daz)
 You got the upper hand
 Take control and take command
 Get your blast over with and cut the bullshit
 I the need the chips in a hurry
 By the end of the day i'm having em' don't worry
 Sorta like a dream or a storybook
 A born crook
 Shook all the bustas that snitch
 Now i'ma black book
 It took a while
 Being so broke it's hard to smile
 Hard living, trying to be grown when i'm a child
 Overshadowed by negativity
 Running and stealing, running from security
 Something like a mystery
 Drugs,bitches to county jails, penitentiaries
 My background history
 Cause the game is so trickory

(wc)
 Now what's the remedy
 Should we strive, the streets is killing me
 Or should we lay down in a cell shit's forgiving me
 Criminal activity
 Crack sales are killing me
 (a bunch or syllables said really fast)
 (daz)
 Just chill
 (wc)
 I'm 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)
 Don't trip
 (wc)
 It's all about the dollar dollar bill

(chorus)

(daz talking)
 You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all about
 And now you know, you ain't got to look no further
 Wc and that nigga daz
 Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit
 Sucka!!
 98-97 99-2g
 Whoooo!!

What, what, what hey(x3)