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I`m a Rider

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Жанры : gangsta rap west coast rap g-funk west coast hip-hop

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[ Prode`je ]
Eastside and Westside riders
(Gangsters)
Cartel gang, nigga
(Fo` life)
What set you from?
"S.C.C."

[ VERSE 1: Prode`je ]
Gees tryin to move but some niggas wanna trip
Slide through yo hood bustin hollow-point tips
Eastside rider, locs without a doubt fo` the funk
Like the House Of Pain the fools `jump`
Makin these fleas cease, niggas fleece for the piece
Double up on that ass like five g`s
Ease down the Cartel road with my niggas in a 4
Lookin for the busters а la mode
Nada, suckin for your fuckin chin-checkin
Swervin through the Manchester intersection
Next in line for the ass-whippin - on a dime
The West coast stays on your mind - the line
Is thin, I`m in for the win so you lose
Original like Chuck T shoes
Who wanna dis the rider
Light a sucker up like the 4th
And leave him burnt toast

[ CHORUS ]
Busters don`t know but I`m a Eastside rider, rider
(And if I catch you trippin, yo ass is gone)
And niggas don`t know that I`m a Westside rider, rider
(And if I catch you slippin, yo ass is gone)
You get your ass bumped by the Eastside rider, rider
(And if I catch you trippin, yo ass is gone)
And get your ass fucked by the Westside rider, rider
(And if I catch you slippin, that ass is gone)

[ VERSE 2: Havikk the Rhime Son ]
Skatin down the 110, it`s hot as fuck
Khakis on crease, pavements fucked up my Chucks
Flossin on the chip Motorola, hit the off-ramp bangin
Jesse Owens Park, neighborhood`s out hangin
Glock on my hip, nigga, Westside gees
Easin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d`s
Cavi-ass gangsta, nickel-plate-packer
Mark-ass-subtracter, anybody-blaster
I`m bouts to put that ass in a lynch
Marinate that ass on the curb like a bitch
Rhime Son regulatin things like Hussein, I`ma getcha
Yeah, and let these nine slugs get witcha
Dippin on a off-ramp, Rhime Son ain`t nothin nice
A gangsta down to put that ass on some ice
I`m posted with the info aimed at your temple
It`s simple for I to throw up Westside

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Young Prod ]
On a mission dippin, ratatat like that
Desert Eagle eager to lay yo ass down flat
For my scratch, knockin niggas out like I was Michael
Mack-10 got niggas` brains blowin in the wind
Holler at me rollin in a bucket lookin tacky
On the d-l don`t love em cause niggas been tryin to jack me
Stackin ends, fetti, a nigga get ready to roll
Park the bucket, fuck it, nigga get ready to stroll
Walkin up the streets heated, money green gleam in my eye
Wanted to low-ride so I tried
To sell cavi but shit was too slow
So now I`m lookin for that fo`-do` lo-lo
Slow mo` West coast rider Eastsider
I`ma put it inside ya when I find ya
I`m behind ya and you`re kinda scared
So be prepared, or shake the spot if you`re scared

[ CHORUS ]

( *cutting up of* )
"Get yo ass beat"

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