You got your thugs (Playas), you got your playas (Thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)/ 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, I don't trust no bitch, keep my mind on stayin' rich/Sell a song, well, I sell a brick/Whatever it be, gotta keep my pockets fit/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' I rip this crowd/Bone Thugs, Mo Thug 'til the day I die, gettin' my cheese and I ride out ...
-Chorus-
-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 of Bone, 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/Whether bein' short, stayin' high, it's Mo Thugs 'til I die/Otherwise, my niggas blowin' clouds, Scant Bone screamin' out, i'm ridin' out ...
-Layzie Bone-
Ride out.../ We ride we roll
-Chorus-
-Ken Dawg-
Twenties grippin' the pavement/Hoes 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 should have had this blood on my gators, and since i'm in to win, tryin' to kick it with my dogs, strapin' shoes on anythang from Benzez to hogs, these hoes know/Do you wanna ride out with Mo?/Fuckin' slide out the door/Go get high with sho/Crawlin' thru these streets, be ballin' 'til i'm six feet/You can't convince me, these thoughts make these ends meet/Sorry for my oponent, he wasn't up on it/Supposed to capture the moment, how your bitch got long dicked
-Chorus-
-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 precision, stay underground 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