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Letra actual de la canción
*(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />Yes!<br />(Uh!)<br />Yes! <br />Welcome!<br />(Thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!)<br />Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch!<br />(Throw yo hood in the air!)<br />A-G-2 the Ke, DMG, yes!<br />Let's kick this anthem shit.<br /><br />Chorus *(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />All of my niggas Ridaz<br />small time grindas, pimps and big timers<br />whether it's heron or hemp wit China<br />I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin vagina.<br />(Come on, come on)<br /><br /><br />Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />Nigga I'm always into somethin<br />if I can't beat yo ass then I'm dumpin<br />give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe<br />then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function<br />we funkin<br />rootin-tootin, smokin on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction<br />get in the coupe and punch it<br />niggas be funkin for nothin<br />fuckin the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin<br />fire somethin<br />puffin<br />I put it up in the air<br />you niggas live to die hustlin, I'm fuckin wit playas from every where<br />from Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there<br />I'm a thousandaire<br />mackin bitches, draggin ?em down the strip juss by they hair <br />like "Oh dear!"<br />Where the fuck is money? Don't go there<br />I leave yo ass stuck, hungry starvin in the middle of no fuckin where<br />I swear<br />cut off your privlage like welfare<br />Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin<br />by the end of 9-8, hell yeah<br />then I'll be straight<br />fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe <br />Ridaz nigga!<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 2 *(G-Mone of A-G-2-A-Ke)*<br /><br />Go inside the twitchin, missin, my mission I vision the hit<br />suckas keep watchin yo mental mix is gettin twisted<br />Who is this? In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up<br />servin rocks on the block til it get hot snitch we ridin on ya<br />bitch we Ridaz<br />remind ya that niggas high<br />if I introduce you to the ditch, you don't wanna die<br />is the hit <br />smoke, drank already lit<br />caulkin my shit<br />Who you think you fuckin wit?<br />I said recognize the mutha fuckin Mobb hoe<br />I don't know nothin, juss heard poppin by the door<br />Who flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"<br />by the ???<br />flippin this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ke<br />you best believe we rob yo spot<br />Why not? We Rap-A fuckin Lot<br />owe us some paper<br />there's no reason for us to not glock<br />posted wit yo mouth open hopin that I don't squeeze<br />wit a swift chopped up to his knees<br />say where the cheese?<br />We Ridaz!<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />I'm juss a Y.G.<br />who snuck in the gamblin shacks<br />scramblin crack wit niggas who did more years than Geronimo Pratt<br />killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin murder fo' hire<br />Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire<br />torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers<br />put his place on fire<br />then escape juss like McGuyver wit the get-away driver<br />live and direct from the projects that be gated<br />on some made shit<br />Outlaw affiliated!<br />He chose to spray wit gages<br />baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk<br />niggas who like doe, I get paid off<br />fuck a write-off<br />it's tax free money<br />deliver 'em a China up inside a Taxi honey<br />task be lookin at me funny<br />know I'm a trigga happy, gats be hungry<br />barkin on niggas like DMX<br />beat bitches like PMS<br />and flee ridin a BMX, flippin GA checks at yo set<br />grab the promoter by his mutha fuckin neck<br />don't be fooled by the Rolex!<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 4 *(DMG)*<br /><br />Who in the mutha fuckin hell<br />nothin but Regime Ridaz<br />southside affiliated wit big timers<br />ballers<br />killers, who live in mansions off the water<br />lunitiks, shippin in bricks after brick<br />200 percent, pure snow white Coca-Cola<br />straight Yola all the way from the Bay to Minnesota<br />what you know bout, this Face Mob rida<br />dumpin off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer<br />Yuk, I think it's time we fuck these mutha fuckas up<br />show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut<br />fuck they mamas<br />they fuckin wit killas wit seven figgas<br />psycos, drinkin the bottles of nitro<br />now it was Yukmouth<br />that told me that<br />he got "5 On It"<br />and I believed that<br />and now you<br />better believe it too<br />nigga I will shoot<br />murder up you and you we Ridaz!! (echos)<br /><br />*(gun shots fire off)*
Letra nueva de la canción
*(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />Yes!<br />(Uh!)<br />Yes! <br />Welcome!<br />(Thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!)<br />Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch!<br />(Throw yo hood in the air!)<br />A-G-2 the Ke, DMG, yes!<br />Let's kick this anthem shit.<br /><br />Chorus *(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />All of my niggas Ridaz<br />small time grindas, pimps and big timers<br />whether it's heron or hemp wit China<br />I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin vagina.<br />(Come on, come on)<br /><br /><br />Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />Nigga I'm always into somethin<br />if I can't beat yo ass then I'm dumpin<br />give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe<br />then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function<br />we funkin<br />rootin-tootin, smokin on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction<br />get in the coupe and punch it<br />niggas be funkin for nothin<br />fuckin the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin<br />fire somethin<br />puffin<br />I put it up in the air<br />you niggas live to die hustlin, I'm fuckin wit playas from every where<br />from Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there<br />I'm a thousandaire<br />mackin bitches, draggin ?em down the strip juss by they hair <br />like "Oh dear!"<br />Where the fuck is money? Don't go there<br />I leave yo ass stuck, hungry starvin in the middle of no fuckin where<br />I swear<br />cut off your privlage like welfare<br />Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin<br />by the end of 9-8, hell yeah<br />then I'll be straight<br />fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe <br />Ridaz nigga!<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 2 *(G-Mone of A-G-2-A-Ke)*<br /><br />Go inside the twitchin, missin, my mission I vision the hit<br />suckas keep watchin yo mental mix is gettin twisted<br />Who is this? In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up<br />servin rocks on the block til it get hot snitch we ridin on ya<br />bitch we Ridaz<br />remind ya that niggas high<br />if I introduce you to the ditch, you don't wanna die<br />is the hit <br />smoke, drank already lit<br />caulkin my shit<br />Who you think you fuckin wit?<br />I said recognize the mutha fuckin Mobb hoe<br />I don't know nothin, juss heard poppin by the door<br />Who flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"<br />by the ???<br />flippin this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ke<br />you best believe we rob yo spot<br />Why not? We Rap-A fuckin Lot<br />owe us some paper<br />there's no reason for us to not glock<br />posted wit yo mouth open hopin that I don't squeeze<br />wit a swift chopped up to his knees<br />say where the cheese?<br />We Ridaz!<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />I'm juss a Y.G.<br />who snuck in the gamblin shacks<br />scramblin crack wit niggas who did more years than Geronimo Pratt<br />killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin murder fo' hire<br />Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire<br />torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers<br />put his place on fire<br />then escape juss like McGuyver wit the get-away driver<br />live and direct from the projects that be gated<br />on some made shit<br />Outlaw affiliated!<br />He chose to spray wit gages<br />baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk<br />niggas who like doe, I get paid off<br />fuck a write-off<br />it's tax free money<br />deliver 'em a China up inside a Taxi honey<br />task be lookin at me funny<br />know I'm a trigga happy, gats be hungry<br />barkin on niggas like DMX<br />beat bitches like PMS<br />and flee ridin a BMX, flippin GA checks at yo set<br />grab the promoter by his mutha fuckin neck<br />don't be fooled by the Rolex!<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 4 *(DMG)*<br /><br />Who in the mutha fuckin hell<br />nothin but Regime Ridaz<br />southside affiliated wit big timers<br />ballers<br />killers, who live in mansions off the water<br />lunitiks, shippin in bricks after brick<br />200 percent, pure snow white Coca-Cola<br />straight Yola all the way from the Bay to Minnesota<br />what you know bout, this Face Mob rida<br />dumpin off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer<br />Yuk, I think it's time we fuck these mutha fuckas up<br />show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut<br />fuck they mamas<br />they fuckin wit killas wit seven figgas<br />psycos, drinkin the bottles of nitro<br />now it was Yukmouth<br />that told me that<br />he got "5 On It"<br />and I believed that<br />and now you<br />better believe it too<br />nigga I will shoot<br />murder up you and you we Ridaz!! (echos)<br /><br />*(gun shots fire off)*
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