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Текст песни T-Bone - Ride Wit Me

T-Bone - Ride Wit Me слова песни

[T-Bone]Who this rapper tryin to step to meTalkin bout you ain`t really bout that ministryChild please, we`s them G`s on them kneesPreachin from California to the Florida Keys, we beSlangin the WORD, while they smokin they`re herbAnd dippin 64`s, hittin switches on the curbThen swerve back in place, bump that bassWit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa ChaseLike Mase, "Im fittin, makin ya feel so good"When I bump this gospel music in your hood, InglewoodWest Covina, Pasadena, then take it to my gente, in PuenteI can`t forget about all my patnas in the 415, 510, 916Make them chips, we stick together like cement and bricksNow just bounce to this playalisctic Boneybone hit [Chorus]Dip bounce, side to sideAnd come ride wit a play from that killa Cali westsidePyscho, westcoast, rider, musicFor you and all your dawgs to ride to [T-Bone]Shh, ain`t not talkin, while I`m puttin demons in coffinsDippin in the Cadillac bumpin Dawkins and DawkinsGot me wrapped up, tied upIf you love Cali, playa throw the Westside up now watch me ride like them hell`s angelsIn them Harleys, or them cowboys wit the blue wranglersSwingin ther lasso, screamin wild wild westCuz where I`m from, you need a bullet prrof vestSmoke the what for your stressNah dawg, hold up, wait a minuteCuz ain`t no high unless the Holy Ghost ain`t rolled up in itI get drunk in the spirit on a day to day basisAnd preach the WORD, to my patnas catchin casesRacist clicks too, piru flamed up in blueCrips too, God wanna bless you2, 3, 4 and 5, now close your eyesAnd bump this in your ride while you glide and... [Chorus] [T-Bone]I just can`t stop, makin suacy gospel hip hopFittin do this, til the day that I dropLike Tupac, "who do you believe in"I put my faith in God, blessed to be breathinPreachin to the heathen, buckin them demonsOh what a feelin, got the crowd screaminDancin on the ceilinSo hate if you wanna man, say what you sayBut gospel rap wit Bone is like LA wit out a Dr. DreOr Sway without Tech, catchin wreckOr these Californias streets without a ghetto vetIt ain`t happenin, Bibles I`m still packin themAnd jackin demons wit them 44 magnums [Chorus]

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