Текст песни E-40, B-Legit, Richie Rich - SouthWest Riders Compilation
E-40, B-Legit, Richie Rich - SouthWest Riders Compilation слова песни
Ha, ha,south,west,riders,south,west,riders.(*E-40*)Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,on my way to see my weebles up in deep east Oakland,smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,dual exhaust sparkin,park it like Reno, I ain`t soft I see some hoes in miskina,lookin like they wanna get tossed,E-40 you be careful `fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.(*Richie Rich*)When I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted, niggaz spoke on me like I wasn`t nobody,foolish as a youngsta I packed eightballs,broke the ice, an often sold weed to stars,but hey now an they how I run my sweet,Yay Deep from the lungs to expose my heat,like my nigga 40 waters an Legit wit the B,niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.(*B-Leigt*)Niggaz from the Bay be so damn vicious,fly to Atlanta fuck Morehouse buisness,it ain`t no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,super bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,we mack hoes, then sell `em a dream,from here to California have `em holdin my cream,I`m on a winnin team, off heen an begalsmake `em drink `fo a bitch nigga pay me.(Chorus)We slide, we slide, from south to west we ride. (x4)(*Richie Rich*)Now slip, slip slidin, rip, rip ridin,I hurt a mutha fucka when I bang westside,see this side be the smokes bliss side,not the if, if was a fifth side.(*B-Legit*)Well pass it to me, pass back to you,hit the light green til I turn dark blue, I`m through,need not to do what I do, Yay Deep only fuck wit a few.(*E-40*)But if I hit rock bottom an lose everythang,I come back up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,re-up, re-cop buy some yeyo,auction my shit off nigga give `em rum an zale. BEEATCH!!!(chorus x4)(*B-Legit*)I`m Yay Deep, come an talk sleep, el g, in this old jeep,out slangin by the oak tree,you know me the homie wit the big O dub`s,an everytime you see me I be blowin it up,I`m from the land of the weed dealaz,heat killaz,heat feel the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,bounce back an make you bubble,long as you don`t double yo dribble,campaign wit the swift hoes.(*E-40*)I went from a, ten speed wit a backpack,to a, six-seven coupe left wit a luggage rack,to a 400 SEL, to a fresh off the show room floor V-12,I`m a timin ass tycoon from magazines,I remember when my shit wasn`t always cleanrappin niggaz, an hustlin that`s my bread an butta,you niggaz betta hurry up cuz there`s money in this mutha fucka!!!(*Richie Rich*)Cuz I take morphine fate, cuz I serve mo fiends,