(feat. J.R. Writer)


[Jim Jones (talking)]

Yea, Jones...Capo Status

You know what this is about! Its about riders...

all my states around the countries

all my niggaz from ghetto to ghetto, my niggaz ready to ride..

R.I.P Biggie Smalls this one's for you..



[Chorus 2X: Jim Jones]

Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders

Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders

You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride

And get high and just ride



[Jim Jones]

Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip

Big ass guns in a stolen whip, but if you got weed then roll the shit

You rollin with

Them rollin Dips, straight up weed no poofin these

Straight up G's no doopin me, brazy b's that shoot up shit

Major cheese off of movin bricks

From cuttin up rain to shuflin rain

Baggin these hoes fuckin some dames

Waking up morning and fuckin the dame

I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows, stuntin hard like 50 thou

I keep my goons my niggaz wild, shootin that thing til ya shit go BLAOW!

The palmin weed cant come my needs, Hatian niggaz bombin weed

Gats mo-mo, techs gon blow, all in these streets

Shots with a four pound, AK when it go round

Dont play when it go round

In little Haiti them niggaz crazy like "get 'em baby!"



[Chorus: Jim Jones 2x]

Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders

Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders

You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride

And get high and just ride



[Jim Jones]

Call my gang to bust, know you fags aint dangerous

Must be high off angel dust, to think that you can bang wit us hang wit us

Tape you to the hood no thang with us, shoot up ya club get ya mangled up

I call my gangstas up, and get ya faggot ass tangled up

Now what you bitches, step on the corner wit a bunch of G's

Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police

Me myself I run the streets wit no regard

(They) like "OH MY GOD!"

We just sittin here not to lose, high off weed and lots of booze

Call my G's when I got to move, cause I drop 100 G's when I copped the Coupe

Niggaz round the way tryna take my life, cause I run round the way wit a neck full of ice

Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite, if you niggaz want war we can do it tonight

I'm prayin to the Lord that optimize, DipSet ByrdGang know I'ma ride

And I'ma rep til my last breath, take a pull of my last hit

Pull up on these niggaz and blast the bitch, eastside when I mask the bitch

We ride on some panther shit, gotta go prac, lotta load gats

If a niggaz run on me then I gotta go back...back...(and we gon ride out and get high)



[Chorus: Jim Jones 2x]

Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders

Them holding, rollin riders, lock and load my riders

You know we riders, that ride out and get high, and just ride

And get high and just ride



[Chorus 2X: J.R. Writer]

You know we riders, I hope you know we riders

You think you roll wit liars, you'll hear them 4's wit fire

Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain

Like "BANG BANG BANG BANG..."



[J.R. Writer]

Yo, who is realer than us? we'll turn jailors to sluts

I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff

Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup

Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go taylor my Chucks

You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice

Faggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite

My niggaz blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite

Shout to my man Tito Lino facin natural life

I'm just natural nice

You's hermaphrodite, my man Zeke be home 3 nigga pass the kite (Freeky!)

This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right

Cabbage sliced, matchin chain, matchin Nikes

You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed

Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees

I done crowd the pease, wit about a thousand keys

Ask about me, I aint gotta break a smile to cheese