Текст песни Kurupt f Big Tri, Eastwood, Young Tone - Slide N Slide Out
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[Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X]Slide in, slide out, that`s how a real gangsta moveYou can tell by the way I`m smooth (I`m smooth)But at the same time actin a fool (actin a fool)[Verse One]I`m a West coast rider, California riderI`ll put that on my riders, I`ma keep it riderAnd keep it low key, to smash on these motherfuckers`fore they smash me, I`m a California rider[Verse Two]I`m a West coast rider, California riderAn Eastside, L.A., South Central rider{?} rider, spit it how I live itI`m a rider and if I ain`t got it I gotta get itDon`t make me act a fool (fool)Kick back lil` homey "B" cool, or "C" coolYeah, it`s however you wanna take itI`ma rider my nigga you must got me mistakenwith them other niggaz over there, Daz you a rider?Nigga you scared, a bitch in disguisewith a fade and a beard, gestapo went and got robbedPlus we authentic over hereWe don`t gotta blast, to kill each other offWe can go hands nigga I`ll show you who the bossI`m a West coast rider, California riderAn Eastside, L.A., South Central riderInglewood rider, spit it how I live itI`m a rider and if I ain`t got it I gotta get it[Chorus Two]Slide in, slide out, that`s how a real gangsta moveTanktop, corduroy, house shoes (house shoes)I`m a gangster that just can`t lose, yeahSlide in, slide out, that`s how a real gangsta moveTanktop, corduroy, house shoes (house shoes)I`m a gangster in my gangster shoes, niggaSlide in, slide out, that`s how a real gangsta move..[Verse Three]I cain`t get enough of the blockI cain`t get enough cause I`m stuck on the blockI`ma Y.A. ride `til I`m dead on the blockEntourage `til I`m gone watchin me until I dropGot a pocket full of stones, walkin up and down the blockSee the cops at the corner, real niggaz never stopI see death around the corner so I`m hangin on the blockWhen I`m gone to the coroner they`ll leave me on the blockI was wrong, got a problem, you can see me on the blockThat`s home, Thunderdome, you can meet me at the spotProbably catch you at the club sippin Henny on the rocksCatch you walkin out the club knock your ass out the boxI`m a gangster nigga[Chorus One][Verse Four]I`ma gang-sta ride (that`s right)And gang-sta glide (and glide)I`m gang-sta-fied, I live a gang-sta lifeG to T, that`s all I knowAnd blowin on dicks, is all she knowShe a ho, and baby give me head on the spotShe a sucka for a nigga hardhead from the blockDear God, don`t let a young nigga die brokeI hold my pistol with pride with every 9 I tokeIt`s a tear I done shedAnother black male on the stairs laid deadWhat more could I do?Move up, nigga ain`t no rules in the hoodToo many drugs used in the hoodWe all young black and abused in the hood15 years old, they got him doin lifeNo sense to keep cruisin I`ma keep cryinThe judge got a grudge, the D.A. lyinYou gotta give him mercy, Lord let him breatheGood or bad seed he a seed in the soilHold your head soldier I`m right here for youAnd that go for all my homeboys - yuh![Chorus Three/Outro]Slide, slide, roll `n rideFront `n back, side to sidePimpin baby side to sideSo many come to where riders rideSlide, slide, roll `n rideFront `n back, side to sidePimpin baby side to sideKeep it hood, riders rideSlide, slide, roll `n rideFront `n back, side to sidePimpin baby side to sideDeath Row how them riders ride[Verse Five - fading out]Yeah, they don`t wanna see the Y.A. rideThey don`t wanna see cellmates riseThey don`t wanna see the Pentagon riseThey don`t wanna see the entourage rideThey don`t wanna see Death Row rideThey don`t wanna see..