Ridin High — текст песни (Daz Dillinger)





(daz)

That nigga daz and dub c in this motherfucker(whats happening nigga)

Doing what we got to do, every day all day

And if you didnt know! now you know!

So get it right! beeeoootch!!!(echoes)



Yah

And it goes like that

Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit

Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit

Wc, daz, nigga daz

Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit



(chorus)(x2)

Just ridin high!(just ridin high)

Just ridin by!(just ridin by)

Come on!

Dont trip, dont trip



(daz)

Its like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill

On what we call the dollar dollar bill

You can get killed for that paint job and wheels

Oh my oh my I love the dollar dollar bill

Oh juicy, be like ? vision? when he shot steel

Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot

Slang coke or weed, pills

You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled

Shit outta luck, there aint no refills

Im more deadlier then ever

What I gotll see through your armor shield

Show you breakdown with your bills

Recognize the real side thatll ride and kill

Just for sure



(chorus)



(wc)

Chronics in the bag, rollin all day

Blue ? ? ? ? ? ? six with ? double? called ? say?

Age sixteen, Im tired of hearing moms mouth

"motherfucker get a job or get ya punk ass out!"

A little wild seed, influenced by the gs

Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheese

Its the normal method, barrel start by the jail

Wreck a long one ? ? ? ? ? the real stretch marks

A juvenile packing millimeters

And when Im close to doing a third

Nigga I got more stripes then a zebra

Will I live and make it out of the ghetto

But will I die?

Only God knows nigga but for now I just know Im just



(chorus)



(daz)

You got the upper hand

Take control and take command

Get your blast over with and cut the bullshit

I the need the chips in a hurry

By the end of the day Im having em dont worry

Sorta like a dream or a storybook

A born crook

Shook all the bustas that snitch

Now ima black book

It took a while

Being so broke its hard to smile

Hard living, trying to be grown when Im a child

Overshadowed by negativity

Running and stealing, running from security

Something like a mystery

Drugs,bitches to county jails, penitentiaries

My background history

Cause the game is so trickory



(wc)

Now whats the remedy

Should we strive, the streets is killing me

Or should we lay down in a cell shits forgiving me

Criminal activity

Crack sales are killing me

(a bunch or syllables said really fast)

(daz)

Just chill

(wc)

Im tired of living the life of crime

(daz)

Just chill

(wc)

The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind

(daz)

Just chill

(wc)

Why do we have to fool and get ill

(daz)

Dont trip

(wc)

Its all about the dollar dollar bill



(chorus)



(daz talking)

You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all about

And now you know, you aint got to look no further

Wc and that nigga daz

Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit

Sucka!!

98-97 99-2g

Whoooo!!



What, what, what hey(x3)



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