Ride Hard
Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes
Rolling with the club till I go insane
I demand respect with these colors on man
You aint down with us you can go your own way
You aint bout that life nigga fall off
I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs
Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft
I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust
Zoom zoom zoom across the state line
California cup holder on the road glide
Never hit the next gear till I red line
110 all the way passing up one time
I aint stopping till I see the gas meter low
Blow a Blunt gas it up then it's time to go
Gotta make to the spot to see my national
You know that's protocol shit that's how the M c's role
Blessing up my brotha call him ballvalve
Sose the ghost man I'm loving the way you puttin' it down
End the M c's in the world and the ones that's in my town
Props to them Clubs that's helping the ones that need it now
Step up to the line for the relay
Aint gone be no photo finish or a replay
You gone see me fly my colors on the freeway
Buy myself or with my brothas rollin' freely
Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes
Rolling with the club till I go insane
I demand respect with these colors on man
You aint down with us you can go your own way
You aint bout that life nigga fall off
I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs
Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft
I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust
Bullshit I'm tired of these fake folks
Talking bout they payed but they pockets stay broke
The only thing she given you is some deep throat
I see that shit around yo neck and even real gold
Yogie what they call me when I hit the set
You can find me by the drip cuzz the paint wet
I got that fire up in my pocket for a safe trip
And keep that pump up in my bag for a firm grip
I'm a put her purse on my bike rack
I'm a roll around the track and bring her right back
Then roll up to the trap collect them 30 racks
And help the homeless needy fuck some real facts
Passing out some turkeys like a nino Brown
I ain't trying ta floss just how a nigga pound
And if you never knew it bet you know it now
Las Vegas with the raiders where I live now
Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes
Rolling with the club till I go insane
I demand respect with these colors on man
You aint down with us you can go your own way
You aint bout that life nigga fall off
I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs
Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft
I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust
Rolling with the club till I go insane
I demand respect with these colors on man
You aint down with us you can go your own way
You aint bout that life nigga fall off
I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs
Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft
I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust
Zoom zoom zoom across the state line
California cup holder on the road glide
Never hit the next gear till I red line
110 all the way passing up one time
I aint stopping till I see the gas meter low
Blow a Blunt gas it up then it's time to go
Gotta make to the spot to see my national
You know that's protocol shit that's how the M c's role
Blessing up my brotha call him ballvalve
Sose the ghost man I'm loving the way you puttin' it down
End the M c's in the world and the ones that's in my town
Props to them Clubs that's helping the ones that need it now
Step up to the line for the relay
Aint gone be no photo finish or a replay
You gone see me fly my colors on the freeway
Buy myself or with my brothas rollin' freely
Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes
Rolling with the club till I go insane
I demand respect with these colors on man
You aint down with us you can go your own way
You aint bout that life nigga fall off
I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs
Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft
I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust
Bullshit I'm tired of these fake folks
Talking bout they payed but they pockets stay broke
The only thing she given you is some deep throat
I see that shit around yo neck and even real gold
Yogie what they call me when I hit the set
You can find me by the drip cuzz the paint wet
I got that fire up in my pocket for a safe trip
And keep that pump up in my bag for a firm grip
I'm a put her purse on my bike rack
I'm a roll around the track and bring her right back
Then roll up to the trap collect them 30 racks
And help the homeless needy fuck some real facts
Passing out some turkeys like a nino Brown
I ain't trying ta floss just how a nigga pound
And if you never knew it bet you know it now
Las Vegas with the raiders where I live now
Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes
Rolling with the club till I go insane
I demand respect with these colors on man
You aint down with us you can go your own way
You aint bout that life nigga fall off
I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs
Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft
I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust
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Writer(s): Ronald Johnson
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