Let's Ride-Richie Rich

Let's Ride - Richie Rich Something about the West Coast... Shhh... Don't tell nobody [Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride Something about the West Coast Shake it westsiide throw ya hands up let's riide to the city of the scene put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride ] (Repeats until Verse 1) No disrespect it's all love and a mutha*****a just feel real good be like what's poppin' on this side of the mutha*****in' planet understand me? It's still one love, smokin'. It's just a whole lot more money involved. Verse 1 Leanin' out my zone I roams like mobile phones (right) rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes Silly *****es lie in wait until the day I come home while the phone machine kicks "Biitch Rich ain't at home" (Ha) six million ways to mob choose one I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes foes like *****es tuck they toes like hoes these amateur niggas done turned pro Can't ride with the hi pro glow the boss with the sauce got receipts to show how much it cost I dedicate this to the ridahs who like to slip sideways Beware devil's shuttin' down the highway Chorus Something about the West Coast Shake it westsiide throw ya hands up let's riide to the city of the scene put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride (Repeat) Verse 2 How many MC's must get ditched before somebody say don't ***** with Rich It's evidential the Presedential's up on the wrist who that new ni**a from Oakland with that brand new twist Don't even worry 'bout it watch yo' neck & chest they don't wanna get Elliott like Mr. Nest Known for flippin' scripts sick duets & mic' rips but now I'm off the hook don't trip Hookers throw yo' skirt up Cruddies throw yo' turf up hustlers trust her & some of them put that work up 'Cause if they ridin' they gone ride tonight when they hit it we to the next light. Believe it. Chorus Verse 3 Thou commands me to skyball hands free Sam see I'm havin' some spam hezask me 3-0 TV had fiv on it with the Luniz I got five on it. You wanna ride with me that's when you call yo' N-I-G I'd rather be puttin' the twomp on somethin' thick big SSL with Nicki Scarf' in the licks still hittin' licks in the villo with cigarillos big head C-notes and them light green pillows tinted windows V dozen on my Benzo the rumble and humble outdo' versus the indo' That's how it be'z when I smoke for sho' West Coast representin' all O. Believe it. Chorus 'til end with ad libs