paroles de chanson Get Yo Ride On - Mack 10
F/
eazy-e,
mc
eiht
Mack
10:
do
some
shit
with
my
niggas
from
the
cpt,
ha
ha
You
ready
eiht?
Mc
eiht:
yeah,
c′mon
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
don't
you
know
I′m
a
real
gangbanger?
′
I
can't
switch
over
night
and
be
good
And
I′ll
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
scoob's,
I
need
a
gat
So
I
stopped
and
got
the
tech
from
my
g
homie
wreck
He
said,
′mack,
don't
slip
dog,
u
gotta
stay
heated
And
here′s
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,
i'ma
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,
i′ma
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
I′m
bouncin
More
bounce
to
the
ounce
and
I'm
clownin
Keep
the
gat
in
my
lap
′cause
I'm
fully
strapped
For
the
car
jackers,
but
no
haps
′cause
I
pack
a
Tech
9,
plus
a
a-k
47
Send
a
one
way
ticket
to
my
hell
or
maybe
heaven
Peep,
nigga
I
don't
sleep
Bury
muthafuckas
in
the
concrete
You
try
to
creep
kinda
slow
in
a
astro
But
I′m
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
'cause
the
westside's
sick
Which
enemy
depicts
to
catch
the
9 clip
Slick,
but
not
like
rick,
the
gang
story
G′s
kill
and
ain′t
shit
funny
like
joe
corry
Don't
make
me
laugh
′cause
I'm
on
the
wrong
the
path
Catch
the
blood
bath,
it′s
the
aftermath
Slang
strike
to
make
money,
now
ain't
that
simple?
That
silly
nigga′s
wearin
vest's
but
we
aim
for
the
temple
Watch
my
nigga's
back,
who
sacked
the
yayo
Keep
the
calico
with
extra
ammo
So
and
so
gets
blasted,
to
the
casket
Never
seen
these
westside
g′s
face,
we
masked
it
Ya′ll
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
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2 Boyz-N-The-Hood
3 Dope Man
4 Fuck tha Police (2006 Digital Remaster)
5 We Want Eazy
6 Express Yourself (Digital Remaster 00)
7 You Don't Work U Don't Eat
8 Foe Life
9 You Can't Play With My Yo-Yo
10 Final Frontier
11 Get Yo Ride On
12 Bow Down
13 Bitch Please
14 Gangstas Make the World Go Round
15 Lay Low
16 We Be Puttin' It Down!
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