Kurupt - Who Ride Wit Us lyrics

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Ride wit us, who ride wit us

Awww yeah! do you wanna ride wit us

Who ride wit us

When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper

Wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin

Hoppin up the 'shaw on a sunday, what a fun day

Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way

Diggy daz a busta ain't had enough against

Rough and rough but it's never too much

Daz kurupt, kurupt and daz on that ass

We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash

This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed

Ak front to the back cause we hard to fade

We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmin

To rumble in the jungle like ali and foreman

We rippin it up, we be givin it up

On the daily homeboy we be givin it up

We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up

Homeboy diggy daz (now with kurupt)

Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn

Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn

Flippin stickin fools for chicken, scrapin the curbs

Scrappin for the domes straight to the head thunderbird

I'm on it homey, me and my homegirl diamond

Down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin

Daz, my closest homeboy

California lickin switches a couple toys

Retirin ? a couple jerseys

Went from the sunny state to jersey, puffin hershey

Let off, get off, or get spin off

Spit off, set off, spun off the chest

Off the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost

Gangster daz and kurupt let loose

This is it, short change dip wit us

Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us

I'm tired of this (this) i'm tired of that (daz)

I'm bout to bust, fool where's the strap

G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo'

Up and down stairs beats everywhere i go

Calico excursions, different diversions

Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey

On the corner chippin the curb and any busta

Get close enough we servin

Homey don't get nervous

Beware, daz kurupt fool beware

Rippin it up fool so you better beware

Of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up

You and your all crap crew get bruised up

I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine

And pay dues and now i'm livin the life of crime

Switched up, hit em up, blast or get em up

Forty-five, tec nines blast or hit em up

Aww yeah