I`m a Rider

[ Prode`je ]<br>Eastside and Westside riders<br>(Gangsters)<br>Cartel gang, nigga<br>(Fo` life)<br>What set you from?<br>"S.C.C."<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Prode`je ]<br>Gees tryin to move but some niggas wanna trip<br>Slide through yo hood bustin hollow-point tips<br>Eastside rider, locs without a doubt fo` the funk<br>Like the House Of Pain the fools `jump`<br>Makin these fleas cease, niggas fleece for the piece<br>Double up on that ass like five g`s<br>Ease down the Cartel road with my niggas in a 4<br>Lookin for the busters а la mode<br>Nada, suckin for your fuckin chin-checkin<br>Swervin through the Manchester intersection<br>Next in line for the ass-whippin - on a dime<br>The West coast stays on your mind - the line<br>Is thin, I`m in for the win so you lose<br>Original like Chuck T shoes<br>Who wanna dis the rider<br>Light a sucker up like the 4th<br>And leave him burnt toast<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br>Busters don`t know but I`m a Eastside rider, rider<br>(And if I catch you trippin, yo ass is gone)<br>And niggas don`t know that I`m a Westside rider, rider<br>(And if I catch you slippin, yo ass is gone)<br>You get your ass bumped by the Eastside rider, rider<br>(And if I catch you trippin, yo ass is gone)<br>And get your ass fucked by the Westside rider, rider<br>(And if I catch you slippin, that ass is gone)<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>Skatin down the 110, it`s hot as fuck<br>Khakis on crease, pavements fucked up my Chucks<br>Flossin on the chip Motorola, hit the off-ramp bangin<br>Jesse Owens Park, neighborhood`s out hangin<br>Glock on my hip, nigga, Westside gees<br>Easin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d`s<br>Cavi-ass gangsta, nickel-plate-packer<br>Mark-ass-subtracter, anybody-blaster<br>I`m bouts to put that ass in a lynch<br>Marinate that ass on the curb like a bitch<br>Rhime Son regulatin things like Hussein, I`ma getcha<br>Yeah, and let these nine slugs get witcha<br>Dippin on a off-ramp, Rhime Son ain`t nothin nice<br>A gangsta down to put that ass on some ice<br>I`m posted with the info aimed at your temple<br>It`s simple for I to throw up Westside<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Young Prod ]<br>On a mission dippin, ratatat like that<br>Desert Eagle eager to lay yo ass down flat<br>For my scratch, knockin niggas out like I was Michael<br>Mack-10 got niggas` brains blowin in the wind<br>Holler at me rollin in a bucket lookin tacky<br>On the d-l don`t love em cause niggas been tryin to jack me<br>Stackin ends, fetti, a nigga get ready to roll<br>Park the bucket, fuck it, nigga get ready to stroll<br>Walkin up the streets heated, money green gleam in my eye<br>Wanted to low-ride so I tried<br>To sell cavi but shit was too slow<br>So now I`m lookin for that fo`-do` lo-lo<br>Slow mo` West coast rider Eastsider<br>I`ma put it inside ya when I find ya<br>I`m behind ya and you`re kinda scared<br>So be prepared, or shake the spot if you`re scared<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>( *cutting up of* )<br>"Get yo ass beat"