thing like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang {Styles} weight on my back hate in my heart blood in my eye foot on the gas blunt in my mouth lovin the ride
take it from us, we run wit the corner Nigga we stay dirty, you know, straight slum performers A judge, then I'll ride for you, Assist a slug then I
side yellin' Clown love bitch, , I'm the ghetto ride I won't take you on the expensive trip's But I'll part yo neden lips Hehhe people wanna ride wit
side yellin (clown love bitch !!) I'm the ghetto ride I wont take you on the expensive trip's But I'll part yo neden lips (hehhe) people whanna ride
for doja, cause if I do is where I lay STH. MEM. Bitch it aint no testing these dollar bills we folding, still control what ever fucks with me dirtys
a fuck I be the one thats gunnin for fun Sin City gang with a ?? You can hang with the Sin City gang Fuck no I'm ridin dirty With the heat in my
moved up to cane Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters, I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla! Pushin in weight, from state to state, Niggaz ridin dirty
t get it twisted when I bail through One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles on both sides [Chorus:] Survival of the fittest and we wit this Who wanna witness? All my rides
screams they want to be rowdy, rowdy TRU is what we claim represent dat dirty south 4 star major general Mamma work and come out about I ride wit No
read all about it The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album Fuck a truce put the side on the news Got killers that'll ride from the
OT), Coconut Grove niggas South Miami niggas Opa-Locka niggas (South Miami Heights too) Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right [Verse 1: Trick] I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty
bigger than yours plus, ain't not more coppin' out You either ridin' or tellin' if you ride then you ride forever Born the son of a straight killa, raised by a strong woman I'll ride
for my niggas They keep they fingers on the triggers 'Cause they heard about you business And these fuck niggas trying to end this So I'm ready, just riding dirty
the king of the south It's the Birdman, daddy stick the gag in ya mouth It's the Boss Hog, known Big Dawg The boss of the ghetto and I ball like a Dawg
we teach robbery (chorus jim jones) we ride in that east side please roll up my weed high we ride in west side the city were them techs fly that dirty dirty
God can judge me now) Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed
how I left em dead I'm a rider, ride til the end Ain't no limit when my bullets start spittin from my mack-10 My next magic ridin dirty in the lexus,up
I'm leavin see the fire in these foolish eyes Dont Give a Damn about the Po-Po Find a ride with my brotha on my girl then I'm solo Ghetto Vet With No