I cast out cased up Loc locked down I'm a Menace
 I gives it up  I give a fuck  a Loc for life cuz I'm with it
 I see fresh  dressed like a million bucks
 I am the lowest rip rida in the navy blue chucks
 Not the low top type cuz they slip and they slide
 with the high tops and the gangstaz with the stars on the side
 I'm buckin all brands  all slobs  bitches and tricks
 and I'm from Eastside Fushtown Mafia Crip
 WATTS UP to my homiez on the 10 and the 5
 In the cut on the street gettin paid on the front line
 I rob for C side, death to my enemy
 Mission to make a Mill and Chill with my Big Gz
 Verse Two:
 I got a heat for you slob niggaz slippin
 set trippin is my favorite pastime Loc cuz I'm crippin
 See a slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban
 Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him
 Ain't no mercey or grace
 Put him in his place
 Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face
 Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride
 Another straight hood slippin another straight just died
 I ain't lying when I say you see me dumpin
 Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride is quick to move some (on that Eastside)
 Verse Three:
 The AGCs, straight rollin on that Eastside, right
 Where gangstaz like to ride
 and do a homicide
 I catch a slob slippin
 I break his fuckin neck
 and puttin these busta punk niggaz straight in check
 talkin 'bout youz a gangsta
 Nigga youz a busta
 runnin slobs over
 nigga you can't trust a
 nigga from the A-V, A-L-O-N-G-E, S-T-A
 and I'm a spray when I have ta
 Busta, I case you out the hood
 because you know the OG ?cellies? straight up to no good
 wood, you try to test me and get stray dog
 cuz I'll be rollin muthafuckaz like lumber jacks roll logs
 Peep the real crippin
 back in '69 you young rookies don't know shit
 about your melon & big cookie
 doing ?dips in green metals?
 I'm that little bitty fella runnin around
 while my niggaz bustin caps
 Hello, recognize nigga when those gangstaz comin through
 dressed in blue
 and we did it just for you
 Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf
 and I'll be tossin niggaz like a muthafucking Nerf
 and I'm out
 Chours:
 Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz (4x)
 Verse Four: Scarface and G-Bone
 Don't panic, this Atlantic move my strap in your mouth
 I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin south
 never slippin steady dippin thats the way that we're crippin
 buck a slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin
 Gangsta Bone jumped out with the gauge point blank then said
 Nigga fuck slob, this the AD gang
 slob niggaz should have known that the bone is a killer
 South Atlantic drop Compton Crip, fuck them slob niggaz
 Nationwide rip ride, nigga this the double S
 young gangsta goin be your face puttin slobs to rest
 Nigga this crip so whats poppin wit that BK
 like I said last time every dog has its day
 Slobs keep slippin when I'm dippin comin up short
 smoke like a muthafucker nine for the New Port
 nigga this the AD rollin with the Southside
 straight crip face Nationwide nigga rip ride
 Verse Five:
 Puttin it down ain't a muthafuckin thang to me either Loc
 so I can miss the smoke
 fuck a slob from Cedar
 I'm on Alameda
 On my way to Elm with the glock 10 mm
 a Hoo-Ride ain't shit to me
 187 on the muthafuckin M-O-B
 K, K-P-B-G, fuck a slob
 AK 47 on the Lolly-Pop Mob, Loc
 I'm Kelly Crip with my homiez from the N game
 Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane
 the 47 still giving it up
 and fuck a slob, I'm a muthafuckin Compton Nut
 Verse Six: Koollay
 I represent that Eastside Rip
 Don't even trip
 When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip
 Fool ain't no stoppin when I'm out there wig shoppin
 throwin down slobs from Inglewood to Compton
 quick to pop up on deck with a teck
 spot a slob and try my best to take off his neck
 They should of told you about this Loc-sta
 out there bangin, with killaz and sherm smokerz
 I'm claimin F till I'm finally put to rest
 and till then I'm bringing nothing but total death
 Koollay Big G from the FC
 Watts Franklin Crip till they burry me
 Verse Seven: Big Cixx
 The Eastside is where I ride
 fool is get that straight FCG till I reach them Golden Gates
 Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya
 Runnin from C-I-X and I'm a fold ya
 so think twice if your movin through my N hood
 Niggaz see deep and them swears up to no good
 Watts the city of Tombstone
 the evil side same fool slippin
 is the same fool just died
 so remember what goes on in them tombstone
 you ain't got your chrome you best stay at home
 it ain't no joking around it ain't no suprise
 you better recognize
 Nationwide Rip Ride
 Chorus
 Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside