Fo Ridas lyrics

Fo Ridas lyrics

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Send "Fo Ridas" Ringtone to your Cell Uh This one`s fo the money Uh Verse 1 We ridin raw `97 Suburban`s wit the chrome kit every nigga on trigga ready to dome split got a million but still ain`t satisfied gold thangs on every old school that we ride got keys so many g`s bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these if a bitch ain`t about her money man I can`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`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 `96 Ac`s we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack from `ol skool seven-deuce Chevy`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. *(Chrous- C-Bo)* I was born in hell juss to be a rida wit lo-lo`s an 4-4`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 `9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak an ain`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`s is how we get it cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it if it`s money then a nigga, gots to get it hit it an quit it, but I ain`t wit it less it`s worth a mill ticket I`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`t hang wit the Garden Blocc gang packin tech`s, quick to wreck brains I`m insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine to kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game rida. *(Chorus)* x1 Verse 3 Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name ridin Lexus`s in Texas i where my pits get trained mo pain then I proceed to gain like a gumbo pot full `o sell `em up full of caine got a 4-5 got a Stang I`m Major Pain inflictin pain no pain, no gain was out fo murda when I came don`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`m real wit this, that`s why they kill wit this young ballaz on alcohol, that`ll peel yo shit don`t try to act like you hardcore knowin you ain`t Mafia`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. *(chorus Send " Fo Ridas" Ringtone to your Cell Fo Ridas lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Fo Ridas lyrics @ ELyrics | Fo Ridas lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Fo Ridas lyrics @ Songlyrics | Fo Ridas lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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