Get Yo Ride On Lyrics by Mack 10

Get Yo Ride On Lyrics

    Mack 10: do some shit with my niggas from the cpt, ha ha
    You ready eiht?

    Mc eiht: yeah, c'mon

    Verse 1: mack 10

    I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat
    Got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
    Addicted to crime so i stay in the mix
    With a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
    Moms said, "mack, baby watch for danger"
    I said, "momma don't you know i'm a real gangbanger?"
    I can't switch over night and be good
    And i'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
    So i walked out the door, hopped in the regal
    Twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
    Got a deuce fired at scoob's, i need a gat
    So i stopped and got the tech from my g homie wreck
    He said, "mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated
    And here's the extra clip incase you might need it"
    Get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
    Throw the hoo-bang plack in the back and your ride on

    Chorus:
    Ride for me, i'ma ride for you
    You hoo-bang, i hoo-bang, so we all a crew
    Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
    Nobody rides like these killas from the west

    Ride for me, i'ma ride for you
    You hoo-bang, i hoo-bang, so we all a crew
    Get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
    Nobody rides like these killas from the west

    Verse 2: eazy e

    1, 2, 3, and to the 4
    Eazy muthafuckin e with a chrome to your dome
    Cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
    I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
    Now when i hit that switch i'm bouncin
    More bounce to the ounce and i'm clownin
    Keep the gat in my lap cuz i'm fully strapped
    For the car jackers, but no haps cuz i pack a
    Tech 9, plus a a-k 47
    Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
    Peep, nigga i don't sleep
    Bury muthafuckas in the concrete
    You try to creep kinda slow in a astro
    But i'm peepin niggas out in my left window
    So i blast, and i blast, so i blast no more
    Yo, they call me motherfuckin john doe

    Chorus

    Verse 3: mc eiht

    Real thugs roll cuz the westside's sick
    Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
    Slick, but not like rick, the gang story
    G's kill and aint shit funny like joe corry
    Don't make me laugh cuz i"m on the wrong the path
    Catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath
    Slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
    That silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
    Watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo
    Keep the calico with extra ammo
    So and so gets blasted, to the casket
    Never seen these westside g's face, we masked it
    Ya'll best be defeat and be discreet
    Catch the hot heat from across the street
    Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
    Retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy

    Chorus

    Ugh, mc eiht in the muthafuckin house
    (yeah, hoo-bang one time)
    Yeah, ha
    (hoo-bang two times)
    Rest in peace eazy e
    (the hiphop thugsta)
    (yeah)
    Fa sho
    (mack dime)
    Come on, ugh
    (all day baby, all day baby)
    Westsideriders!! ugh

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