[Featuring WhoRidas] Intro: WhoRidas. Tha Alkaholiks (X8) WhoRidas: Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock With the master key, but the master key be me I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove And commence to roll, like a tire A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin' And we came prepared because I'm round hoe On the down low And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder So we smoke a hundered yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin? No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin' But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers You stick around and watch my money lay ya And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin' They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press Hittin' hard like a tech on the target Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right." J-Ro: J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin' I'm trippin' like Pippen, long hour sippin' Uh, ? deep into books on my shelves I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves What good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame And a Volkswagen brain My style be kind of old, like gold But it's the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill fold I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes My flows are numerous like East Valley murders Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like Rally's burgers You know that cool niggero, riding on a metro With the Cold 4-0, I really don't like to permote guns But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever Fuckin' with the Likwit will get your head severed WhoRidas get it poppin' lik Buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job At rappin', we just attempt, and I Pimp the flow like Imp the Dimp And I run around 40's like my nigga Shawn Kemp, and I'm out Hook: This is how it goes down, check out he sound Westcoast underground, who is the tightest? The Liks and WhoRidas (X2) WhoRidas: Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail
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