(feat. Big Tri, Eastwood, Young Tone)



[Intro/Chorus One: x2]

Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move

You can tell by the way I'm smooth (I'm smooth)

But at the same time actin a fool (actin a fool)



[Verse One]

I'm a West coast rider, California rider

I'll put that on my riders, I'ma keep it rider

And keep it low key, to smash on these motherfuckers

'fore they smash me, I'm a California rider



[Verse Two]

I'm a West coast rider, California rider

An Eastside, L.A., South Central rider

Inglewood rider, spit it how I live it

I'm a rider and if I ain't got it I gotta get it

Don't make me act a fool (fool)

Kick back lil' homey "B" cool, or "C" cool

Yeah, it's however you wanna take it

I'ma rider my nigga you must got me mistaken

with them other niggaz over there, Daz you a rider?

Nigga you scared, a bitch in disguise

with a fade and a beard, Kustapo Pentagon riders

Plus we authentic over here

We don't gotta blast, to kill each other off

We can go hands nigga I'll show you who the boss

I'm a West coast rider, California rider

An Eastside, L.A., South Central rider

Inglewood rider, spit it how I live it

I'm a rider and if I ain't got it I gotta get it



[Chorus Two]

Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move

Tanktop, corduroy, house shoes (house shoes)

I'm a gangster that just can't lose, yeah

Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move

Tanktop, corduroy, house shoes (house shoes)

I'm a gangster in my gangster shoes, nigga

Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move..



[Verse Three]

I cain't get enough of the block

I cain't get enough cause I'm stuck on the block

I'ma Y.A. ride 'til I'm dead on the block

Entourage 'til I'm gone watchin me until I drop

Got a pocket full of stones, walkin up and down the block

See the cops at the corner, real niggaz never stop

I see death around the corner so I'm hangin on the block

When I'm gone to the coroner they'll leave me on the block

I was wrong, got a problem, you can see me on the block

That's home, Thunderdome, you can meet me at the spot

Probably catch you at the club sippin Henny on the rocks

Catch you walkin out the club knock your ass out the box

I'm a gangster nigga



[Chorus One]



[Verse Four]

I'ma gang-sta ride (that's right)

And gang-sta glide (and glide)

I'm gang-sta-fied, I live a gang-sta life

G to T, that's all I know

And blowin on dicks, is all she know

She a ho, and baby give me head on the spot

She a sucka for a nigga hardhead from the block

Dear God, don't let a young nigga die broke

I hold my pistol with pride with every 9 I toke

It's a tear I done shed

Another black male on the stairs laid dead

What more could I do?

Move up, nigga ain't no rules in the hood

Too many drugs used in the hood

We all young black and abused in the hood

15 years old, they got him doin life

No sense to keep cruisin I'ma keep cryin

The judge got a grudge, the D.A. lyin

You gotta give him mercy, Lord let him breathe

Good or bad seed he a seed in the soil

Hold your head soldier I'm right here for you

And that go for all my homeboys - yuh!



[Chorus Three/Outro]

Slide, slide, roll 'n ride

Front 'n back, side to side

Pimpin baby side to side

So many come to where riders ride

Slide, slide, roll 'n ride

Front 'n back, side to side

Pimpin baby side to side

Keep it hood, riders ride

Slide, slide, roll 'n ride

Front 'n back, side to side

Pimpin baby side to side

Death Row how them riders ride



[Verse Five: fading out]

Yeah, they don't wanna see the Y.A. ride

They don't wanna see cellmates rise

They don't wanna see the Pentagon rise

They don't wanna see the entourage ride

They don't wanna see Death Row ride

They don't wanna see..