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Uh
This one&#39;s fo the money
Uh

Verse 1

We ridin raw &#39;97 suburban&#39;s wit the chrome kit
Every nigga on trigga ready to dome split
Got a million
But still ain&#39;t satisfied
Gold thangs on every old school that we ride
Got keys
So many g&#39;s
Bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these
If a bitch ain&#39;t about her money man i can&#39;t fuck wit that
Got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak
Ask yo folks bitch like 40 i&#39;m so serious about my scratch
Livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch
From vallejo to sac
Pushin new lacs an &#39;96 ac&#39;s
We roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack
Some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack
From &#39;ol skool seven-deuce chevy&#39;s an glass packs
Representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map
Where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack
Ridas.

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I was born in hell juss to be a rida
Wit lo-lo&#39;s an 4-4&#39;s an mo hoes fo the ridas
Keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas
Desperado outlaws do the dirt

Verse 2

I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch
Pushin the &#39;9-7 lac, movin keys of yak
An ain&#39;t a damn thang changed about the dope game
But the bitches size the money an the price of the caine
From ruby 13-5&#39;s is how we get it
Cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it
If it&#39;s money then a nigga, gots to get it
Hit it an quit it, but i ain&#39;t wit it less it&#39;s worth a mill ticket
I&#39;m a savage
About my cabbage
I gots to have it
Automatic, movin through traffic prepared fo static
Got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh
Jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick
Mutha fuckaz can&#39;t hang wit the garden blocc gang
Packin tech&#39;s, quick to wreck brains
I&#39;m insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine
To kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game
Rida.

Verse 3

Diamond rings, an chains down wit the rolex name
Ridin lexus&#39;s in texas i where my pits get trained
Mo pain
Then i proceed to gain
Like a gumbo pot full &#39;o sell &#39;em up full of caine
Got a 4-5 got a stang i&#39;m major pain inflictin pain
No pain, no gain
Was out fo murda when i came
Don&#39;t tame mo niggaz, then a million man march
An hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart
No marks in my game, then bump an pull triggaz
Mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz
I&#39;m real wit this, that&#39;s why they kill wit this
Young ballaz on alcohol, that&#39;ll peel yo shit
Don&#39;t try to act like you hardcore
Knowin you ain&#39;t
Mafia&#39;s ready fo war bringin the yellow tank
Westcoast is the spot where i slang my yey
Distributin it nation wide, all across the state
Fo ridas.

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