paroles de chanson Lets Ride - Jim Jones , JR Writer
You
know
what
this
is
about,
'bout
riders
All
my
states
around
this
country
All
my
ghettos,
my
niggaz
ready
to
ride
R.I.P,
Biggie
Smalls,
this
one's
for
you
We
some
riders,
I
hope
you
know
we
riders
Them
rollin',
rollin'
riders,
lock
and
load
my
riders
You
know
we
riders,
that
ride
out
and
get
high
and
just
ride
And
get
high
and
get
high,
let's
ride
You
know
we
riders,
I
hope
you
know
we
riders
Them
rollin',
rollin'
riders,
lock
and
load
my
riders
You
know
we
riders,
that
ride
out
and
get
high
and
just
ride
And
get
high
and
just
ride
now
let's
ride
Lock
and
load
the
clip,
see
po-po
then
slow
the
whip
Big
ass
guns
in
a
stolen
whip
but
if
you
got
weed
then
roll
the
shit
You
rollin'
with
them
rollin'
Dips,
straight
up
weed
no
poofin'
these
Straight
up
G's
no
doopin'
me,
crazy
be's
that
shoot
up
shit
Major
cheese
off
of
movin'
bricks
From
cuttin'
up
rain
to
shuflin'
rain
Baggin'
these
hoes,
fuckin'
some
dames
Waking
up
morning
and
fuck
is
the
name
I'm
in
restaurants
Mr.
Chows
Stuntin'
hard
like
50
thou
I
keep
my
goons
my
niggaz
wild
Shootin'
that
thing
till
ya
shit
go
blaow
The
palmin'
cheese
can't
come
my
needs
Hatian
niggaz
bombin'
weed
Gats
mo-mo,
techs
gon'
blow,
all
in
these
streets
Shots
with
a
four
pound,
AK
when
it
go
'round
Don't
play
when
it
go
'round
In
little
Haiti
them
niggaz
crazy
like
"Get
'em,
baby"
Let's
ride,
here
go
some
riders,
I
hope
you
know
the
riders
Them
rollin',
rollin'
riders,
lock
and
load
my
riders
You
know
we
riders,
that
ride
out
and
get
high
and
just
ride
And
get
high
and
just
ride
and
let's
ride
You
know
we
riders,
I
hope
you
know
we
riders
Them
rollin',
rollin'
riders,
lock
and
load
my
riders
You
know
we
riders
that
ride
out
and
get
high
and
just
ride
And
get
high
and
just
ride
now
let's
ride
Call
my
gang
to
bust,
know
you
fags
ain't
dangerous
Must
be
high
off
Angel
Dust
To
think
that
you
can
bang
wit'
us
hang
wit'
us
Tape
you
to
the
hood
no
thang
with
us
Shoot
up
ya
club
get
ya
mangled
up
I
call
my
gangstas
up
and
get
ya
faggot
ass
tangled
up
Now
what
you
bitches,
step
on
the
corner
wit'
a
bunch
of
G's
Tryna
dump
the
heat,
while
you
duck
police
Me,
myself,
I
run
the
streets
wit'
no
regard
like,
"Oh
my
God"
We
just
sittin'
here
not
to
lose,
high
off
weed
with
lots
of
booze
Call
my
G's
when
I
got
to
move
'Cause
I
drop
100
G's
when
I
dropped
the
Coupe
Niggaz
found
a
way
tryna
take
my
life
'Cause
I
run
'round
the
way
wit'
a
neck
full
of
ice
Gotta
bunch
of
doggs
and
I
set
'em
to
bite
So
if
you
niggaz
want
war
we
can
do
it
tonight
I'm
prayin'
to
the
Lord
that
optimize
Dip
Set
Byrd
Gang
know
I'ma
ride
And
I'ma
rep
till
my
last
breath
Take
a
pull
of
my
last
hit
Pull
up
on
these
niggaz
and
blast
the
bitch
East
side
when
I
mask
the
bitch
We
ride
on
some
panther
shit,
gotta
go
prac,
lotta
load
gats
If
a
niggaz
run
on
me
then
I
gotta
go
back,
back
And
we
gon'
ride
out,
just
ride
and
get
high
And
just
ride
and
get
high
add
let's
ride
You
know
we
riders,
I
hope
you
know
we
riders
Them
rollin',
rollin'
riders,
lock
and
load
my
riders
You
know
we
riders,
that
ride
out
and
get
high
and
just
ride
And
get
high
and
just
ride
now
let's
ride
You
know
we
riders,
I
hope
you
know
we
riders
Them
rollin',
rollin'
riders,
lock
and
load
my
riders
You
know
we
riders,
that
ride
out
and
get
high
and
just
ride
And
get
high
and
just
ride,
now
let's
ride
You
know
we
riders,
I
hope
you
know
we
riders
You
think
you
roll
wit'
liars,
you'll
hear
them
4's
wit'
fire
Listen
lame,
I'm
insane
to
this
game,
get
this
flame
in
ya
brain
Like
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
You
know
we
riders,
I
hope
you
know
we
riders
You
think
you
roll
wit'
liars,
you'll
hear
them
4's
wit'
fire
Listen
lame,
I'm
insane,
to
this
game,
get
this
flame
in
ya
brain
Like
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Yo,
who
is
realer
than
us?
We'll
turn
jailers
to
smuts
I'm
too
real
chill,
you
can't
inhale
what
I
puff
Peep
it
duke,
me
to
you's,
like
a
whale
to
a
gup
Keep
ya
Chuck
Taylors,
I'ma
go
Taylor
my
Chucks
You'll
get
whaled
on
the
snuck,
gat
for
ice,
match
it
twice
Faggot
dyke,
mag
to
bite,
there
go
ya
appetite
My
niggaz
blast
the
pipe,
black
ya
lights,
flag
the
kite
Shout
to
my
man
Tito
Lino
facin'
natural
life
I'm
just
natural
nice,
you's
hermaphrodite
My
man
Zeke
be
home
three
nigga
pass
the
kite
This
the
facts
of
life,
facts
of
ice,
scrap
ya
right
Cabbage
sliced,
matchin'
chain,
matchin'
Nikes
You's
a
coward
please,
I
keep
the
power
squeezed
Creep
this
thunder'll
leave
you
under
them
flower
trees
I
done
crowd
the
please,
wit
about
a
thousand
keys
Ask
about
me,
I
ain't
gotta
break
a
smile
to
cheese!
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Album
The Diplomats Present Jim Jones, Ghetto Advocate - On My Way to Church
date de sortie
24-08-2004
1 On My Way To Church - Intro
2 Capo Status - 1st Take
3 Only One Way Up Feat Cam'ron & Juelz Santana
4 This Is Jim Jones
5 Lets Ride
6 Certified Gangsta
7 Jamaican Joint
8 End Of The Road
9 Shotgun Fire
10 Capo Status - 2nd Take
11 Lovely Daze/memory Lane
12 Spanish Fly
13 Livin Life As A Ridah
14 Twin Towers
15 When Thugs Die
16 This Is Gangsta
17 Crunk Muzik
18 Bend N Stretch
19 Talking To The World
20 Capo Status - Final Take
21 On My Way To Church - Outro
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