Wanna Ride

WC

Composição de: L.T. Patterson/O.B. Jackson
Look at this shit 
Coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga
Keep it gangsta ya'll 
Please believe it
Keep it gangsta ya'll
My niggas thug out 
Keep it gangsta ya'll
You getting drug out
Keep it gangsta ya'll 
These bitches loc out 
Keep it gangsta ya'll
When we smoke out. 
Keep it gangsta ya'll. 
Cause we chromed out 
Keep it gangsta ya'll 
I bought the bomb out 
Keep it gangsta ya'll
Hear ye, hear ye!
Call me...... hogs 
Fresh out of the hole tank 
Bouncing off the walls 
Dub-C, the Bandanna president 
With the gauge on the handlebars 
Rolling through your residence
Running the scene. It's the king of the cars
... down, baby in my new all stars 
Gangsta's What are the gangstas 
None of them make me ..... 
Riders throw your heaters up 
Throw em' up 
Ladies, Old Gs
Sorry that I've been gone
But now I'm back to get my walk on 
Swang with the gang as I reach out and touch yah 
Throw my cup and get ignorant out this motherfucker 
Mayday, mayday back in charge 
Cutting all costs. Cutting all costs 
Dip. Skip-skipping thru the lane with the bang, bang, bang jingle
Hopping under the SS. Working them ankles. 
Dubs shiesty for scrillias 
And I brought my homeboy 
Hell yeah, the mother fucking villain
One to the two to the three to the - hello 
Look at these Gs working these... 
Here come the villain with another heater 
With mother fucking, Dub, nigga in a two seater 
Hold my nuts while I west, west ya'll. 
Ride 2
Grab that microphone and I test, test ya'll 
Villain Mericone I be like all over ya'll 
Who wanna ball with that black nigga Red? 
Like the dime nigga 
I'm supreme hustling 
W.C. 
Give a fuck if these bitches don't love me
(Chorus) 
I wanna bang - I wanna ride - I wanna slang 
From my side. You and I. 
It's do or die 
We can roll till the wheels fall off 
And let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off 
I wanna bang. I wanna ride 
I wanna slang. From my side
You and I. It's do or die 
We can roll till the wheels fall off 
And let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off 
Gangsta
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. 
Up under the gun. Running a game 
Waddada day
Wadada day 
Dub lock it
Let your flag hang from your back pocket 
None of them. None of them None of them
Can't none of them get wit me. 
Peep my style but you can't get rid of me 
I heard your C walking now. 
We'll who taught you?
What you could see who? 
Nigga, why I out to smack all the spit out yah
Beat the shit out yah
Get out the dump and stomp it
Dip into the 600 
Sagging in my overalls. Blunted 
Thinking of ... 
Quit fronting 
Cause gangsta shit WC running
Head hunting
Steadily pumping. 
I come though punking
Ya'll for ya'll rodies 
Shooting a life style like Colby's 
So shut up and kneel to these West Side parolees 
and pass the 40s
Cause can't none of you bustas hold me 
Ride 3
We got the niggas. We got the bitches 
We got the killas. We got the riches 
We got the dealers. We hit the switches 
We got every fucking thing you want 
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
We got the niggas. We got the bitches 
We got the killas We got the ritches 
We got the dealers. We hit the switches 
We got every fucking thing you want 
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
Who that nigga that you fucking with?
Who?
When you wanna hear some motherfuckng nigga shit
Ooh
Called a villain and I bring hot lyrics
.....Hit your bitch 
Nigga ran wit it
Ya'll need to quit it
This shit legendary
Fuck around with us and your mama get buried
Your fist born and that bitch you just married
Who give a fuck bout that baby she just carried
Up in all black like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you gonna talk a bout the villain? 
You a phone
Biting every time you bust
Who gave all your balls a ...
Weak motherfuckers better say us
So if it aint rough, it aint my shit
Might have been....my bitch, it aint my dick
Hate my click
Bitch mad cause I wont hit
Or a nigga I aint fucking with
It's the villain
(Chorus)
I wanna bang. I wanna ride 
I wanna slang. From my side
You and I. It's do or die. 
We can roll till the wheels fall off 
and let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off 
Gangsta
Please believe it
Please believe it
Please believe it....
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