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Текст песни C-Bo - Fo Ridas

C-Bo - Fo Ridas слова песни

UhThis one`s fo the moneyUhVerse 1We ridin raw `97 Suburban`s wit the chrome kitevery nigga on trigga ready to dome splitgot a millionbut still ain`t satisfiedgold thangs on every old school that we ridegot keysso many g`sbitches on they knees, dyin to get wit theseif a bitch ain`t about her money, man I can`t fuck wit thatgot to be down to run the street, sellin that pussy or move some yakask yo folks bitch like 40 I`m so serious about my scratchlivin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batchfrom Vallejo to Sacpushin new Lacs an `96 Ac`swe roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of cracksome million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sackfrom `ol skool seven-deuce Chevy`s an glass packsrepresentin to the fullest, the west-side of the mapwhere we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mackridas.*(Chrous- C-Bo)*I was born in hell juss to be a ridawit lo-lo`s an 4-4`s an mo hoes fo the ridaskeep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridasdesperado outlaws do the dirtVerse 2I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratchpushin the `9-7 Lac, movin keys of yakan ain`t a damn thang changed about the dope gamebut the bitches size the money an the price of the cainefrom ruby 13-5`s is how we get itcracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get itif it`s money then a nigga, gots to get ithit it an quit it, but I ain`t wit it less it`s worth a mill ticket I`m a savageabout my cabbageI gots to have itautomatic, movin through traffic prepared fo staticgot a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uhjackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trickmutha fuckaz can`t hang wit the Garden Blocc gangpackin tech`s, quick to wreck brainsI`m insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caineto kill first like a rida, is the rules of the gamerida.*(Chorus)* x1Verse 3Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex nameridin Lexus`s in Texas i where my pits get trained mo painthen I proceed to gainlike a gumbo pot full `o sell `em up full of cainegot a 4-5 got a Stang I`m Major Pain inflictin painno pain, no gainwas out fo murda when I camedon`t tame mo niggaz, then a million man marchan hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heartno marks in my game, then bump an pull triggazmash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggazI`m real wit this, that`s why they kill wit thisyoung ballaz on alcohol, that`ll peel yo shitdon`t try to act like you hardcoreknowin you ain`tMafia`s ready fo war bringin the yellow tankwestcoast is the spot where I slang my yeydistributin it nation wide, all across the statefo ridas.*(chorus)*

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