Get Yo Ride On

[Mack 10] Let me do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha You ready Eiht? [MC Eiht] Yeah, c'mon [Verse 1: Mack 10] I was born to ride, bang and pack heat Got turned out early by the scandalous freaks Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix With a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks Moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger" I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?" I can't switch over night and be good And I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood So I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal Twistin triple gold with the all black Eagles Got a deuce, fired at Scoop's, I need a gat So I stopped and got the Tech from my G-homie Wreck (whatup) He said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated And here's the extra clip in case you might need it" Get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on Throw the Hoo-Bang plaque in the back and your ride on [Chorus: Mack 10] Ride for me, I'mma ride for you You Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best Nobody rides like these killas from the west Ride for me, I'mma ride for you You Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew Get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best Nobody rides like these killas from the west [Verse 2: Eazy E] 1, 2, 3, and to the 4 Eazy muthafuckin E with the chrome to your dome Cruisin in my 6-4 rag top I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin More Bounce to the Ounce and I'm clownin Keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped For the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a Tech 9, plus a A-K 47 Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven Peep, nigga I don't sleep Bury muthafuckas in the concrete You try to creep kinda slow in a Astro But I peep you niggas out in my left window So I blast and I blast till I blast no more Yo, they call a motherfucker John Doe [Chorus] [Verse 3: MC Eiht] Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip Slick, but not like Rick, the gang story G's kill and ain't shit funny like Joe Torre Don't make me laugh cause I'm on the wrong the path Catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath Slang strike to make money, now ain't that simple? Y'all silly niggas wearin' vests but we aim for the temple (brrrrrrr) Watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo Keep the calico with extra ammo So and so gets blasted, to the casket Never seen these westside G's face, we masked it Ya'll best be defeat and be discreet Catch the hot heat from across the street Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me Retaliation, straight better than hittin' pussy [Chorus] [Outro] Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house (yeah, Hoo-Bang one time) Yeah, ha (Hoo-Bang two times) Rest in peace Eazy E (the hiphop thugsta) (yeah) Fa sho (Mack Dime) Come on, ugh (all day baby, all day baby) WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh