' 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
from ghetto to ghetto, my niggaz ready to ride.. R.I.P Biggie Smalls this one's for you.. [Chorus 2X: Jim Jones] Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope
Tercüme: Jones, Jim. Diyelim Ride (Them Riders).
Tercüme: Jones, Jim. Diyelim Ride (feat. Jr Yazar).
Tercüme: Jones, Jim. Kullanıcı Ride Let.
ghetto to ghetto, my niggaz ready to ride.. R.I.P Biggie Smalls this one's for you.. [Chorus 2X: Jim Jones] Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope
that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out
's on my arm wit' that shit For your moms, put a bomb in her whip They be wonderin', where the car and her went On some arsenal shit Jim Jones is the
hurry to die Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride I paralize ya' like Superman's horseback ride, nigga Walk up on ya' car an' scorch dat ride Flat
on my line, buggin! Slow down [Chorus] [Jim Jones - over Chorus] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes [Chorus] [Jim Jones - over Chorus] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes Let
little bit change now your boy done blown up And I?m doing things that gets exposed Stunting aint a thing to me And it?s obvious it?s plain to see That
s like [Donell Jones] (Xzibit) Ooh say what, say what, say what (Yeah, say what, say what, say what) Ooh girl you know what's up (Yeah, girl you know what's
can blow up For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla Jim Jones, Santana, what's
..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go [Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin
Will-Lean let's roll man, let's ride We gotta go homey, let's ride You know how we do it though, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride Uh I'm too street
Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my white tee The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' And you can see the stars when the ride droppin' Aye, Jim Jones Let
you can see the stars when the ride droppin [Parlae] Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!) Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's
