Layzie Bone featuring Ken Dawg, Scant & Slink Capone
-Ken Dawg (Layzie)-
We just ridin' out ridin' out (We ride, we roll)
-Chorus-Ken Dawg (Layzie)-
You got your thugs (Playas) You got your playas (Thugsta, thugsta, thugsta's) And everybody, we just ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out (We ride and roll)
Layzie Bone
Nigga, if you, you ready to ride, then pump your fists up with the thugs cause I'm ridin' out for the simple fact, that bottom line, I'm too much of a hustla/ I fear no man anb I trust no bitch, keep my mind on stayin' rich/ Sell a song, or I sell a brick/ Whatever it be, gotta keep my pockets thick/ Put a bed in the back of my truck, so a nigga can fuck while I'm ridin'/ Nigga, I'm livin' everyday Thanksgiving/ On the freeway gettin' higher than the sky, ain't no denyin' just escapin' these lames past/ Better recognize that my game mad, Little Lay get the last laugh/ I'm blowin' and chokin' big, on a move to a whole 'nother gig/ For what it is, I'm splittin' wigs, creepin' on a come up, you dig/ I'm in the midst of the ghetto bumpin', seein' the real thugs cry out "Bone Thugs, Mo! Thug till the day I die" Gettin' my cheese and I ride out
-Chorus-Ken Dawg (Layzie)-
Scant
I bent a corner in my clean ass Chevy Caprice, while everybody's lookin' and starin, they amazin' me/ Niggas is rushin' my car, and the bitches screamin' my name/ They sayin' "Scant O, Bone, we wanna know your ass true to the game" With a little money and fame, that's all a thug nigga want/ It really don't takes a lot, I'm watchin' you haters plot/ But I don't stop, I'm a true ass hustla for collectin' this cheese, so you haters need to freeze with all that bullshit, please/ But me and Short stayin' high, it's Mo! Thugs till I die/ Otherwise, my niggas blowin' clouds, Scant Bone screamin' out "I'm ridin' out, I'm ridin' out"
Layzie Bone
Ride out... We ride, we roll
-Chorus-Ken Dawg (Layzie)-
Ken Dawg
Twenties grippin' the pavement, ho's off the hook on my pager/ Ridin' down, dippin' with playas, keepin' it major/ Fuck a hater, he get delt with now, not later/ It wasn't no love, I shouldn'a have had this blood on my gators/ And since I'm in to win, tryin' to kick it with my dogs/ Strapin' shoes on anything, from Benz's to hogs/ These ho's know/ Do you wanna ride out with Mo!, fuckin' slide out the door, or get high with Short? Crawlin' through these streets, keep ballin' til I'm six feet/ You can't convince me, these thoughts make these ends meet/ Sorry for my opponent, he wasn't up on it/ Supposed to capture the moment, how your bitch got long dick
-Chorus-Ken Dawg (Layzie)-
Slink Capone
Yeah, you got your thugs and you got your playas, you got the gangstas in luxery sports, hustlas in Navigators/ Pinpoint perfection with precission, stay on the grind faithfully and daily keep your paper stackin', second only to religion/ Can you see my vision? Twenty inches and a Gernam engine swervin' barely missin' innebriated, but still pimpin' in Cleveland for the weekend, I don't think I'm leavin'/ Better eat my dick two hours straight, I don't know how she's breathin'/She was amazed when I pulled up, paint shinnin' like glaze/ Been havin' hoes on my dick, but when I finally got paid, it got intensified/ Now they all wanna ride, blow they mind when we slide, five hogs in a line/ Liscense plates from different states 'cause we all nation wide/ Check the crudentials, bitch, we bonified/ Real niggas makin' real moves, so the real cats that's real cool, you can't ride on a rider 'cause in the end you gon' still lose