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    "Wanna Ride" Lyrics

    WC feat. MC Ren and Ice Cube

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    Nigga that shit coming together
    Like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga

    Keep it gangsta y'all
    Keep it gangsta y'all

    My niggaz thug out, you getting drugged out
    These bitches getting loc'ed out
    When we smoke out, 'cause we chromed out
    About to bomb out

    Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs
    Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls
    Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the gauge on the ghetto
    Rollin' through y'all residents

    Runnin' the scene this is the king of the cars
    Thugged out baby in my new busta's
    Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up
    Ridaz throw ya heaterz up

    Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone
    But now I'm back to get my walk on
    Swang with the game as I reach out and touch ya
    Turn the cup up and get ignorant on this motherfucker

    Mayday, mayday, back in charge
    Calling out cars, calling out cars
    Dip, skip through the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
    Hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles
    Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my homeboy

    Hell yeah, the motherfucking villain
    1 to the 2 to the 3 to the, hello
    Look at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos
    Here come the Villain with another heater
    With motherfucking Dub nigga in the two-seater

    On my nuts while I west west y'all
    Grab that microphone and I test test y'all
    Villian baritone be like all over y'all

    Who wanna ball with that Black nigga Ren?
    Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling
    Dub-cee, give a fuck if these bitches don't love me

    I wanna bang, I wanna ride
    I wanna slang, from the side, do it now
    It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off
    And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off

    I wanna bang, I wanna ride
    I wanna slang, from the side, do it now
    It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off
    And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off
    Gangsta

    Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
    Upon 'em again and I'm er running 'em again, look at it
    With da-da-day, with da-da-day
    Dub rock it, let your flag hang from your back pocket

    Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't none of 'em
    Eat with me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me
    I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you?
    What you could say who?

    Nigga why I oughta smack all the spit out of you
    Beat the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping
    Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my overalls blunted
    Finger and thumb it, quick run
    This gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin'

    Here son, steady pumping I come through punking
    Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe
    So shut up and kneel to these West side parolees
    And pass the blunt, 'cause none of y'all can hold it

    We got the niggaz
    (We got the bitches)
    We got the killaz
    (We got the riches)

    We got the dealers
    (We hit the switches)
    We got every fucking thing you want
    And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't

    We got the niggaz
    (We got the bitches)
    We got the killaz
    (We got the riches)

    We got the dealers
    (We hit the switches)
    We got every fucking thing you want
    And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't

    Who that nigga that you fucking with?
    When you want to hear some motherfucking nigger shit
    Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
    Waltonville to hit your bitch nigga ren with it
    Y'all need to quit it

    This shit legendary, fuck around
    With it and yo mama get buried
    Your first born and that bitch you just married
    Who give a fuck pop that baby, she just carried

    Hubbin' all black like my fucking skin tone
    How the fuck you gon' talk about the villain, you a clone
    Bitin' every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
    Weak motherfuckers better say us

    So if it ain't Ruff, it ain't my shit
    Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick
    Hate my clique, bitch-man 'cause I won't hit
    A nigga that I ain't fucking wit'

    I wanna bang, I wanna ride
    I wanna slang, from the side, do it now
    It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off
    And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off
    Gangsta

    Please believe it, please believe it
    Please believe it, please believe it
    Please believe it, please believe it
    Please believe it, please believe it
    Please believe it, please believe it
    This song was submitted on January 10th, 2011 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Floyd E. Wilcox, O'shea Jackson, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, William L. Calhoun.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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