C-BO - Ride Till We Die Lyrics
I keep a four with a trunk full a pumps that'll jumpFat heat under the seat and I dunkWith the craziest nigga the shadiest nigga the [Incomprehensible]***** some crystal we on the yak in the bugWith a strap full of slugs, niggaAny one of you niggas try to jack, get capped in your mug, niggaIt's the loca for sho' I go for brokeWith the loaded 44 revolver aimed at your throatI gotta pain vain just as shady as a gameThree lick again, 40 *****es on my cainSlanging that lolo smoking that dojo, back for more doughPacking that desert eagle it's me and my nigga C-BOKeep the lethal illegal channel, we trying to see moreTrunk full of kilos in back of the regalTwin evil ditching the brews so kicking the JewsFor 2 raw commercial niggas with nothing to loseWe gonna ride till we die, stay high to the skyGulf ass chucks, t-shirts and LevisCheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddarTo all the G's serving the second or third letterWe gonna ride till we die, stay high to the skyGulf ass chucks, t-shirts and LevisCheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddarTo all the G's serving the second or third letterLook in the sky, it's a bird, it's a planeNo, it's me Dub-C letting my bandanna swangWatching them all walkin', my dance with rocks in my pantsGlokking my cant's, Chuck Taylor's and contra pantsAll my booth flannel, my lolo, my ammo scheam ass for the scandal'Cuz niggas be in your court sayin' he's a sopranoBut dead niggas can't talk, ***** the DAIt's C-BO and Dub on this criminal replay***** toning, shit down I'm fit to bone a ***** downMe and Dub in the rag [Incomprehensible] hoppin' through the townCrip walkin' to the party like WestsideGrab the mike and show them how the West rideFo banging, hoes hanging, zone stangingGets no love from the Dub, we got the infrared aimingHe's flaming, we banging, seat claimingGive a ***** till we die, these niggas ain't changingWe gonna ride till we die, stay high to the skyGulf ass chucks, t-shirts and LevisCheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddarTo all the G's serving the second or third letterWe gonna ride till we die, stay high to the skyGulf ass chucks, t-shirts and LevisCheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddarTo all the G's serving the second or third letterDub C, plug me, slug me with some gameLet it rain, let it drip, hit the switch, make it bangWhat you claim? Got affiliated mad circle gameThangs celebrate, better feel the flameTwo hoes will never change creased khakis and chucks and t-shirtBandanna on swang, rather it rain, all in the same gameShit, I got the gravy and the sackYo 'cuz, call that shady nigga backWhat you mean? What you mean, niggaI got the bomb ass tweed nigga and dirty choppersThat I'll make them retrieve nigga, all scandalous, I got it on lockAnd C-BO, show them how you be banging the guard and blockI blow chronic by the pee's, niggaAnd stay behind it like steam, niggaAnd keep something up your sleeve, niggaMany 14, 2 2 3's, in my hood we stay jumping out of trees, niggaWe gonna ride till we die, stay high to the skyGulf ass chucks, t-shirts and LevisCheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddarTo all the G's serving the second or third letterWe gonna ride till we die, stay high to the skyGulf ass chucks, t-shirts and LevisCheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddarTo all the G's serving the second or third letter
