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Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo - Fo Ridas

Uh
This one`s fo the money
Uh

Verse 1

We ridin raw `97 Suburban`s wit the chrome kit
every nigga on trigga ready to dome split
got a million
but still ain`t satisfied
gold thangs on every old school that we ride
got keys
so many g`s
bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these
if a bitch ain`t about her money man I can`t fuck wit that
got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak
ask yo folks bitch like 40 I`m so serious about my scratch
livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch
from Vallejo to Sac
pushin new Lacs an `96 Ac`s
we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack
some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack
from `ol skool seven-deuce Chevy`s an glass packs
representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map
where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack
ridas.

*(Chrous- C-Bo)*

I was born in hell juss to be a rida
wit lo-lo`s an 4-4`s an mo hoes fo the ridas
keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas
desperado outlaws do the dirt

Verse 2

I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch
pushin the `9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak
an ain`t a damn thang changed about the dope game
but the bitches size the money an the price of the caine
from ruby 13-5`s is how we get it
cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it
if it`s money then a nigga, gots to get it
hit it an quit it, but I ain`t wit it less it`s worth a mill ticket
I`m a savage
about my cabbage
I gots to have it
automatic, movin through traffic prepared fo static
got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh
jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick
mutha fuckaz can`t hang wit the Garden Blocc gang
packin tech`s, quick to wreck brains
I`m insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine
to kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game
rida.

*(Chorus)* x1

Verse 3

Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name
ridin Lexus`s in Texas i where my pits get trained
mo pain
then I proceed to gain
like a gumbo pot full `o sell `em up full of caine
got a 4-5 got a Stang I`m Major Pain inflictin pain
no pain, no gain
was out fo murda when I came
don`t tame mo niggaz, then a million man march
an hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart
no marks in my game, then bump an pull triggaz
mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz
I`m real wit this, that`s why they kill wit this
young ballaz on alcohol, that`ll peel yo shit
don`t try to act like you hardcore
knowin you ain`t
Mafia`s ready fo war bringin the yellow tank
westcoast is the spot where I slang my yey
distributin it nation wide, all across the state
fo ridas.

*(chorus)*

 

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