F/ eazy-e, mc eiht
Mack 10: do some shit with my niggas from the cpt, ha ha
you ready eiht?
Mc eiht: yeah, cmon
Verse 1: mack 10
I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
Moms said, mack, baby watch for danger
I said, momma dont you know Im a real gangbanger?
I cant switch over night and be good
And Ill be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
So I walked out the door, hopped in the regal
Twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
Got a deuce fired at scoobs, I need a gat
So I stopped and got the tech from my g homie wreck
He said, mack, dont slip dog, u gotta stay heated
And heres the extra clip incase you might need it
Get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
Throw the hoo-bang plack in the back and your ride on
Chorus:
Ride for me, ima ride for you
You hoo-bang, I hoo-bang, so we all a crew
Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
Nobody rides like these killas from the west
Ride for me, ima ride for you
You hoo-bang, I hoo-bang, so we all a crew
Get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
Nobody rides like these killas from the west
Verse 2: eazy e
1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin e with a chrome to your dome
Cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
Now when I hit that switch Im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and Im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap cuz Im fully strapped
For the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a
Tech 9, plus a a-k 47
Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
Peep, nigga I dont sleep
Bury muthafuckas in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in a astro
But Im peepin niggas out in my left window
So I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
Yo, they call me motherfuckin john doe
Chorus
Verse 3: mc eiht
Real thugs roll cuz the westsides sick
Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
Slick, but not like rick, the gang story
Gs kill and aint shit funny like joe corry
Dont make me laugh cuz Im on the wrong the path
Catch the blood bath, its the aftermath
Slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
That silly niggas wearin vests but we aim for the temple
Watch my niggas back, who sacked the yayo
Keep the calico with extra ammo
So and so gets blasted, to the casket
Never seen these westside gs face, we masked it
Yall best be defeat and be discreet
Catch the hot heat from across the street
Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
Retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy
Chorus
Ugh, mc eiht in the muthafuckin house
(yeah, hoo-bang one time)
Yeah, ha
(hoo-bang two times)
Rest in peace eazy e
(the hiphop thugsta)
(yeah)
Fa sho
(mack dime)
Come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
Westsideriders!! ugh
