Damu Ridas

Damu Ridas - Ride Again lyrics

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[GREEN EYES:]

West Side WOOP! WOOP!

West Side 92 Street Riders



[GREEN EYES:]

I bangs Damus, me and Dock claim too

But we just don't give a fuck, it's the life we choose

Eight brews daily just to keep my mind focused

On the block everyday so my life it's like hopeless

Dropped out the school and learnt the tricks of the trade

I was a crook but did whatever it took tryin' to get paid

My mind was made to be a soldier, I got two lives

And I lost one the day my nigga Pumpkin died

And it's a shame the game got your own homie shady

So I lay up in the cut, hands clutch the 3.80

Ready to dump a nigga out, nigga this is F for death

And I'ma empty the motherfucker till he ain't none left

And till my last breath, Green Eyes gon' be payin' dues

In the hood khaki suited up, pig tails and ?? shoes



[DOCK-B:]

Well if you know like I know, was only two ways to go

Either the B or to P, crossin' out every C, 187 at the end

Best to tell your friends Dock B and Green Eyes on the ride again



[DOCK-B:]

Comin' from the Wild West young Sick Dock from the F

Bangin' for the ?? gang, it's a Family Swan thang

From the East - to the West - y'all know - who the best

Who tha fuck - wanna test - hot ones - to the chest

F-A-M-I-L-Y, you niggas know

Yellin' F till I'm still right before one nigga go

Out the door

B-Dog from head to toe

F hat, red Chucks may you motherfuckers know

On my way to ?? G-I

So we can hoo-ride

You bring tha pistolas

And I'm comin'

In a G-ride

The weed high

It's the only way to go

Me smokin' on some loots on Bloods? Hell no!



[DOCK-B:]

Well if you know like I know, was only two ways to go

Either the B or to P, crossin' out every C, 187 at the end

Best to tell your friends Dock B and Green Eyes on the ride again

Well if you know like I know, was only two ways to go

Either the B or to P, crossin' out every C, 187 at the end

Best to tell your friends Dock B and Green Eyes on the ride again



[GREEN EYES:]

I'm back up on that ass, on the streets after three years

It's me: Young Gangsta Green Eyes, Inglewood Y-G

And I'm straight fuckin' it up Blood cause I know I can do it this

And niggas from 9-Deuce recognize who's tha truest

?? representer, enemy homicider

You know I'm a rider and I'm down with West Siders

Headed to Darby Park where my niggas hang and bang

7-7, 8-0, 9-Deuce we claim the same



[DOCK-B:]

Everytime I look around

Somebody's trying to test

Who bangin' on me

To get some stripes on their chests

What they really ain't knowin'

Who they fuckin' with

A soldier from the West, born and raised in that shit

It's only two thangs in life

That I'm really scared of

My momma and God, fuck a fool with a gun

You better bust with precision when you're goin' on your mission

Cause if your ass missin it's your grave body diggin'

So let the punk start

And aim for the heart

You won't even close so I be back at the dark

Who the shit ain't no game and I mean what I say

Come trip in my hood and you'll get sprayed with the 'K

It's an everyday thang

For us to trip

Better come here quick

Either Blood or Crip



[DOCK-B:]

Well if you know like I know, was only two ways to go

Either the B or to P crossin' out every C, 187 at the end

Best to tell your friends Dock B and Green Eyes on the ride again...
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