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  • Daz Dillinger »

    Daz Dillinger Ridin’ High текст песни

    Ridin’ High

    That Nigga Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker(what’s happening nigga)
    Doing what we got to do, every day all day
    And if you didn’t know! Now you know!
    So get it right! Beeeoootch!!!(echoes)

    And it goes like that
    Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
    Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
    WC, Daz, nigga Daz
    Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit

    Just ridin high!(Just ridin high)
    Just ridin by!(Just ridin by)
    Come on!
    Don’t trip, don’t trip

    It’s like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill
    On what we call the dollar dollar bill
    You can get killed for that paint job and wheels
    Oh my oh my I love the dollar dollar bill
    Oh juicy, be like ?vision? when he shot steel
    Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot
    Slang coke or weed, pills
    You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled
    Shit outta luck, there ain’t no refills
    I’m more deadlier then ever
    What I got’ll see through your armor shield
    Show you breakdown with your bills
    Recognize the real side that’ll ride and kill
    Just for sure


    Chronic’s in the bag, rollin all day
    Blue ??????six with ?double? called ?say?
    Age sixteen, I’m tired of hearing mom’s mouth
    «Motherfucker get a job or get ya punk ass out!»
    A little wild seed, influenced by the g’s
    Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheese
    It’s the normal method, barrel start by the jail
    Wreck a long one ????? the real stretch marks
    A juvenile packing millimeters
    And when I’m close to doing a third
    Nigga I got more stripes then a zebra
    Will I live and make it out of the ghetto
    But will I die?
    Only GOd knows nigga but for now I just know I’m just


    You got the upper hand
    Take control and take command
    Get your blast over with and cut the bullshit
    I the need the chips in a hurry
    By the end of the day I’m having em’ don’t worry
    Sorta like a dream or a storybook
    A born crook
    Shook all the bustas that snitch
    Now I’ma black book
    It took a while
    Being so broke it’s hard to smile
    Hard living, trying to be grown when I’m a child
    Overshadowed by negativity
    Running and stealing, running from security
    Something like a mystery
    Drugs,bitches to county jails, penitentiaries
    My background history
    Cause the game is so trickory

    Now what’s the remedy
    Should we strive, the streets is killing me
    Or should we lay down in a cell shit’s forgiving me
    Criminal activity
    Crack sales are killing me
    (A bunch or syllables said really fast)
    Just chill
    I’m tired of living the life of crime
    Just chill
    The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind
    Just chill
    Why do we have to fool and get ill
    Don’t trip
    It’s all about the dollar dollar bill


    (Daz talking)
    You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all about
    And now you know, you ain’t got to look no further
    WC and that nigga Daz
    Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit
    98-97 99-2G

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