I'm a Rider Lyrics
| Song | I'm a Rider |
| Artist | South Central Cartel |
| Album | All Day Everyday |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 à 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" |
| 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 hollowpoint 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 a la mode | |
| Nada, suckin for your fuckin chincheckin | |
| Swervin through the Manchester intersection | |
| Next in line for the asswhippin 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 offramp bangin | |
| Jesse Owens Park, neighborhood' s out hangin | |
| Glock on my hip, nigga, Westside gees | |
| Easin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d' s | |
| Caviass gangsta, nickelplatepacker | |
| Markasssubtracter, anybodyblaster | |
| 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 offramp, 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 | |
| Mack10 got niggas' brains blowin in the wind | |
| Holler at me rollin in a bucket lookin tacky | |
| On the dl 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 lowride so I tried | |
| To sell cavi but shit was too slow | |
| So now I' m lookin for that fo' do' lolo | |
| 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" |
| 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 hollowpoint 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 à la mode | |
| Nada, suckin for your fuckin chincheckin | |
| Swervin through the Manchester intersection | |
| Next in line for the asswhippin 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 offramp bangin | |
| Jesse Owens Park, neighborhood' s out hangin | |
| Glock on my hip, nigga, Westside gees | |
| Easin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d' s | |
| Caviass gangsta, nickelplatepacker | |
| Markasssubtracter, anybodyblaster | |
| 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 offramp, 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 | |
| Mack10 got niggas' brains blowin in the wind | |
| Holler at me rollin in a bucket lookin tacky | |
| On the dl 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 lowride so I tried | |
| To sell cavi but shit was too slow | |
| So now I' m lookin for that fo' do' lolo | |
| 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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