Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit coming together Like sweaty a*s cheeks, nigga Keep it gangsta y'all Keep it gangsta y'all My niggaz thug out, you getting drugged out These bitches getting loc'ed out When we smoke out, 'cause we chromed out About to bomb out Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the gauge on the ghetto Rollin' through y'all residents Runnin' the scene this is the king of the cars Thugged out baby in my new busta's Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up Ridaz throw ya heaterz up Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone But now I'm back to get my walk on Swang with the game as I reach out and touch ya Turn the cup up and get ignorant on this motherf**ker Mayday, mayday, back in charge Calling out cars, calling out cars Dip, skip through the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle Hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my homeboy Hell yeah, the motherf**king villain 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the, hello Look at these g'z working these fake a*s sopranos Here come the Villain with another heater With motherf**king Dub nigga in the two-seater On my nuts while I west west y'all Grab that microphone and I test test y'all Villian baritone be like all over y'all Who wanna ball with that Black nigga Ren? Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling Dub-cee, give a f**k if these bitches don't love me I wanna bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off And let these motherf**kers know they gotta peel us off I wanna bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off And let these motherf**kers know they gotta peel us off Gangsta Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Upon 'em again and I'm er running 'em again, look at it With da-da-day, with da-da-day Dub rock it, let your flag hang from your back pocket Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't none of 'em Eat with me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you? What you could say who? Nigga why I oughta smack all the spit out of you Beat the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my overalls blunted Finger and thumb it, quick run This gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin' Here son, steady pumping I come through punking Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe So shut up and kneel to these West side parolees And pa*s the blunt, 'cause none of y'all can hold it We got the niggaz (We got the bitches) We got the killaz (We got the riches) We got the dealers (We hit the switches) We got every f**king thing you want And we can get it punk a*s nigga, if we don't We got the niggaz (We got the bitches) We got the killaz (We got the riches) We got the dealers (We hit the switches) We got every f**king thing you want And we can get it punk a*s nigga, if we don't Who that nigga that you f**king with? When you want to hear some motherf**king nigger shit Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric Waltonville to hit your bitch nigga ren with it Y'all need to quit it This shit legendary, f**k around With it and yo mama get buried Your first born and that bitch you just married Who give a f**k pop that baby, she just carried Hubbin' all black like my f**king skin tone How the f**k you gon' talk about the villain, you a clone Bitin' every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss? Weak motherf**kers better say us So if it ain't Ruff, it ain't my shit Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my d**k Hate my clique, bitch-man 'cause I won't hit A nigga that I ain't f**king wit' I wanna bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off And let these motherf**kers know they gotta peel us off Gangsta Please believe it, please believe it Please believe it, please believe it Please believe it, please believe it Please believe it, please believe it Please believe it, please believe it