Who Down To Ride Lyrics
| Song | Who Down To Ride |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | Only God Can Judge Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Master P | |
| Told y'all | |
| I was gon' let them niggaz run that beef shit til | |
| I get tired of it | |
| Then i'ma put them motherfuckers to sleep - you got them extra heaters nigga? | |
| Let's go ride[d.i.g.] | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me[master p] | |
| I'm feelin sick, | |
| I done swallowed a fuckin rock | |
| I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops | |
| I got my soldier gear on, and | |
| I'm motherfuckin ready | |
| You _nightmare on elm street_, you jason and | |
| I'm freddy | |
| We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick | |
| Fifty g's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split | |
| Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted | |
| And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies | |
| Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt | |
| Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt | |
| I'm from the 3rd ward, where we all crack skulls | |
| And we don't give a fuck cause we all toss broads | |
| Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch | |
| But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick | |
| Nigga we uptown, where the lights don't shine | |
| But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind | |
| By these youngster that | |
| I hang with, | |
| I mean these niggaz | |
| I sang with | |
| We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit[d.i.g.] | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me | |
| A maniac killer, | |
| I'm the nigga quick to rip it up | |
| So buck and get fucked stuck like chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck | |
| I'm from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born | |
| Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone | |
| Or he gone like that, | |
| I'm tragic on your street | |
| I got what it take to get the glock that knock you off your fuckin feet | |
| I be the terror in the dark just like a thief | |
| Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh | |
| T-e-c, n-i-n-e, relieves to any problem | |
| I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can't dodge em | |
| Like a mirage | |
| I'm the nigga you think you be seein | |
| I'm leavin em stinkin | |
| I'm leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin | |
| You don't where | |
| I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass | |
| And blast, gimme the mic, i'ma show you what | |
| I mean froggy fat | |
| But clean as a mouth full of listerine | |
| Unseen supreme the king, indisputable | |
| Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable | |
| My game is beautiful, fuck with me and | |
| I'll murder you | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me |
| zuo ci : Master P | |
| Told y' all | |
| I was gon' let them niggaz run that beef shit til | |
| I get tired of it | |
| Then i' ma put them motherfuckers to sleep you got them extra heaters nigga? | |
| Let' s go ride d. i. g. | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me master p | |
| I' m feelin sick, | |
| I done swallowed a fuckin rock | |
| I ain' t even runnin, here comes the cops | |
| I got my soldier gear on, and | |
| I' m motherfuckin ready | |
| You _nightmare on elm street_, you jason and | |
| I' m freddy | |
| We got a job to do, then it' s a motherfuckin lick | |
| Fifty g' s on his ass, then it' s a motherfuckin split | |
| Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted | |
| And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies | |
| Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt | |
| Don' t make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt | |
| I' m from the 3rd ward, where we all crack skulls | |
| And we don' t give a fuck cause we all toss broads | |
| Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch | |
| But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick | |
| Nigga we uptown, where the lights don' t shine | |
| But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind | |
| By these youngster that | |
| I hang with, | |
| I mean these niggaz | |
| I sang with | |
| We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit d. i. g. | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me | |
| A maniac killer, | |
| I' m the nigga quick to rip it up | |
| So buck and get fucked stuck like chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck | |
| I' m from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born | |
| Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone | |
| Or he gone like that, | |
| I' m tragic on your street | |
| I got what it take to get the glock that knock you off your fuckin feet | |
| I be the terror in the dark just like a thief | |
| Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh | |
| Tec, nine, relieves to any problem | |
| I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can' t dodge em | |
| Like a mirage | |
| I' m the nigga you think you be seein | |
| I' m leavin em stinkin | |
| I' m leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin | |
| You don' t where | |
| I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass | |
| And blast, gimme the mic, i' ma show you what | |
| I mean froggy fat | |
| But clean as a mouth full of listerine | |
| Unseen supreme the king, indisputable | |
| Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable | |
| My game is beautiful, fuck with me and | |
| I' ll murder you | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me |
| zuò cí : Master P | |
| Told y' all | |
| I was gon' let them niggaz run that beef shit til | |
| I get tired of it | |
| Then i' ma put them motherfuckers to sleep you got them extra heaters nigga? | |
| Let' s go ride d. i. g. | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me master p | |
| I' m feelin sick, | |
| I done swallowed a fuckin rock | |
| I ain' t even runnin, here comes the cops | |
| I got my soldier gear on, and | |
| I' m motherfuckin ready | |
| You _nightmare on elm street_, you jason and | |
| I' m freddy | |
| We got a job to do, then it' s a motherfuckin lick | |
| Fifty g' s on his ass, then it' s a motherfuckin split | |
| Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted | |
| And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies | |
| Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt | |
| Don' t make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt | |
| I' m from the 3rd ward, where we all crack skulls | |
| And we don' t give a fuck cause we all toss broads | |
| Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch | |
| But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick | |
| Nigga we uptown, where the lights don' t shine | |
| But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind | |
| By these youngster that | |
| I hang with, | |
| I mean these niggaz | |
| I sang with | |
| We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit d. i. g. | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me | |
| A maniac killer, | |
| I' m the nigga quick to rip it up | |
| So buck and get fucked stuck like chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck | |
| I' m from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born | |
| Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone | |
| Or he gone like that, | |
| I' m tragic on your street | |
| I got what it take to get the glock that knock you off your fuckin feet | |
| I be the terror in the dark just like a thief | |
| Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh | |
| Tec, nine, relieves to any problem | |
| I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can' t dodge em | |
| Like a mirage | |
| I' m the nigga you think you be seein | |
| I' m leavin em stinkin | |
| I' m leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin | |
| You don' t where | |
| I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass | |
| And blast, gimme the mic, i' ma show you what | |
| I mean froggy fat | |
| But clean as a mouth full of listerine | |
| Unseen supreme the king, indisputable | |
| Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable | |
| My game is beautiful, fuck with me and | |
| I' ll murder you | |
| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me | |
| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me |
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