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Текст песни Kam - Who Ridin`

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[ VERSE 1 ]I guess y`all ain`t heard the news(About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues(Say what?) By the deputy goon squadDevils still pourin salt on the wound, but GodOnly knows what them brothers went throughDamn (The police killed em?) Shit, I thought you knewThey tried to put the blame on this lame from the other sideHopin we retaliatin, go on another rideKeepin us warin, tellin lie after lieSo it`s gang-related every time brothers die?(Hell nah) (Now that`s a false accusation)(Gettin choked ain`t no goddamn gang-relation)(Nigga, one-time`s ain`t posin no threath?)Shit, I found out they the ones been crossin out the setAll alone, so ain`t that a bitch?Yeah, I finally heard a officer snitchSo which ever one of y`all brothers true sidin?Quit your open enemy, save your energy for the hoo-ridinWho ridin?[ VERSE 2 ]Ashes to ashes, back to the dustAnother dead homie, show me who I can trustIt`s all about self and kindSo now I gots reach upon my shelf and findMe another magazine for my heat, sweep me a streetFeel the thrill of victory, and not the agony of defeatFor one of ours we takin ten of y`allSo for 24 hours, count the minute fall(That ain`t all) Make a phone call to your Uncle TomsCause I`m ridin to they neighborhood chunkin bombsSee, Vietnam`s back in effect on the EastsideSince police ride, ever since the peace diedNiggas gangbangin like in `82Next victim of a drive-by shootin, it may be youI thought you knew it was on like thatWhen brothers who ain`t even full grown might gatWho ridin?[ VERSE 3 ]So if you ain`t down, raise upNow I don`t need a drink or a joint to blaze up Cause I`m already focused, sittin back, thinkin bout the truceSayin prayers for my homies on my way to Lake LuiseFloatin down the highway at 3 pmThey ain`t even seen us yet, but we see themThe same ones who took the homeboys` livesHeadin back home to they kids and they housewifesLookin like any other million JoesRollin incognito in civilian clothesBut been givin blacks hell all day with no shameYou`re the kind who give cops a bad nameSo we on the freeway lookin far to claimCreepin up slow in a car blue laneAll the straps is loaded and cocked, but mine`s notSlow down a second, and kick it in his blind spotNow it`s on, my heart starts pumpin Got the 50 round clip, and I`m steadily dumpinJumpin lane to lane, it`s to the off-rampI`m feelin numb, I ain`t from no soft campSo let`s vampNow we can track back to the other sideAnother day, another hoo-rideWho ridin?

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