Fo Ridas lyrics

Artist  : C Bo 
Song : Fo Ridas



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Uh
This one's fo the money
Uh

Verse
1

We ridin raw '97 Suburban's wit the
chrome kit
every nigga on trigga ready to dome
split
got a million
but still ain't
satisfied
gold thangs on every old school that
we ride
got keys
so many g's
bitches on
they knees dyin to get wit these
if a bitch
ain't about her money man I can't fuck wit
that
got to be down to run the street sellin
that pussy or move some yak
ask yo folks bitch
like 40 I'm so serious about my scratch
livin
like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck
a batch
from Vallejo to Sac
pushin new Lacs
an '96 Ac's
we roll strapped, lounge wit the
money from the game of crack
some million
dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack
sack
from 'ol skool seven-deuce Chevy's an
glass packs
representin to the fullest, the
west-side of the map
where we roll strapped
wit black ridas stuck in the
mack
ridas.

*(Chrous- C-Bo)*

I
was born in hell juss to be a rida
wit lo-lo's
an 4-4's an mo hoes fo the ridas
keep my pants
saggin stay strapped wit the magnum
ridas
desperado outlaws do the
dirt

Verse 2

I got bitches like the
mack, out to get my scratch
pushin the '9-7
Lac, movin keys of yak
an ain't a damn thang
changed about the dope game
but the bitches
size the money an the price of the caine
from
ruby 13-5's is how we get it
cracked out, the
metro packs saran wrapped an get it
if it's
money then a nigga, gots to get it
hit it an
quit it, but I ain't wit it less it's worth a
mill ticket
I'm a savage
about my
cabbage
I gots to have it
automatic, movin
through traffic prepared fo static
got a sack
that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh
jackas
when they come, get done-ditty-done,
trick
mutha fuckaz can't hang wit the Garden
Blocc gang
packin tech's, quick to wreck
brains
I'm insane, like the loccest mutha
fucka on caine
to kill first like a rida, is
the rules of the game
rida.

*(Chorus)*
x1

Verse 3

Diamond rings, an chains
down wit the Rolex name
ridin Lexus's in Texas
i where my pits get trained
mo pain
then I
proceed to gain
like a gumbo pot full 'o sell
'em up full of caine
got a 4-5 got a Stang I'm
Major Pain inflictin pain
no pain, no
gain
was out fo murda when I came
don't
tame mo niggaz, then a million man march
an
hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart
no
marks in my game, then bump an pull
triggaz
mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but
dead niggaz
I'm real wit this, that's why they
kill wit this
young ballaz on alcohol, that'll
peel yo shit
don't try to act like you
hardcore
knowin you ain't
Mafia's ready fo
war bringin the yellow tank
westcoast is the
spot where I slang my yey
distributin it
nation wide, all across the state
fo
ridas.

*(chorus)*