Ryde & Roll lyrics

by

Kurupt


[Intro]
We roll

[Verse 1]
Through penitentiary,this n*gga is a hoe. You a straight busta. This n*gga got to roll
This n*gga got dog the sh*t out of my place. This n*gga got the b*tches. This n*gga jacks ice. Me
I'm just a prop muth f*cka . Squad when it's time to squad what mu f*cka. You trying to out a hole through my at depends hmm
You trying to shoot my momma, my sister, my aunt te am. You trying to shoot my Dorothy n*gga when we rolling
You trying to shoot the G ride we just stole homie. n*ggas trying to play like they don't effect me
But in the end you got to torch your spectrum. They trying chew like Hannibal Lector. I spit lectures like Hannibal Lector
b*tches are torios like Hannibal Lector. Cannibal lectures like Hannibal's lectures

[Chorus]
If the street sh*t is hard to know you get to lesson on where to get your gun you better ride and roll
If you're a gansta and you know it and you ain't afraid to show it won't you tell them what the f*ck
Is what you Ride and roll. Cause it's a DPGC for life original. I am from (inaudible 1:25) Ride and roll
You see we pass going toe for toe to let you know just in case you didn't know you better ride and roll

[Verse 2]
n*gga. Your homie is a flake. Lying on the flakes. He claims to bake in several places across state
Your b*tch is just a b*tch. And that's just it. Cross bread idiotic b*tch ain't sh*t. This West Coast
Oh you mad about this? One little fact that part of your clicks. That's kind of racial. Should I get the gauge too?
And pump pump something up in your facial. Das and Kurupt we're legends and that's that
Gansta macks weed assemblies nickles and macks. Unseen vamperic, wolves and bats
You n*ggas is hooks n*ggas, thieves and rats. You live in fantasy island. I'm on the island boarder
Place where body taps happen for sure. My folks get high at me 'cause I'm stubborn and blank
I'm egging to much and they don't want a n*gga to drank
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yeah, my pistol is too heavy now I got reserves in the back. I get tired firing, the reserves would react
I might thump ya, f*ck ya. I ain't f*cking with them bustas. Mutha f*cka what you want? Bas?
Or do you want swab with Kurupt or mustard gas? Or do you realize your army's pumped ya?
Either way that it goes body shots in sides some clothes. Freon n*gga. Numb and froze
From his hairline to nose thumb and toes

[Bridge]
Banging on bustas. Ride and roll

[Chorus]
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