Wanna Ride lyrics

Artist  : Wc 
Song : Wanna Ride



 Send "Wanna Ride" Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Ice Cube, MC Ren
[WC]
Nigga that sh*t coming together like sweaty as*
cheeks, nigga!

[Introû Ice Cube]

*Keep it gangsta y'all repeated *
My niggaz thug out
You getting drugged out
These bit*hes getting loc'ed out
When we smoke out, cos we chromed out
About to bomb out

[Verse 1 û WC]
Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs
Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin up the walls
Dub-cee! The bandana 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
motherf**ker
ôMayday, mayday!ö back in charge
*shrilling noise* 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 ive got my
homeboy

[Verse 2 û MC Ren]
Hell yeah, the motherf**king villain
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the +Hello+
Look at these g'z working these fake as* sopranos

Here come the Villain with another heater
With motherf**king 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 f**k if these bit*hes don't love
me
yeah!

[Chorus û Ice Cube]
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 motherf**kers know they gotta peel
us off

[Verse 3 û WC]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Upon em again and I'm er running em again, look
at it
 
With da-da-da-day, with da-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-I-I-I-I oughta smack all the spit out
of you!
Beat the sh*t 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 sh*t Dub-Cee runnin
Here son, steady pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them
highstyles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to these Westside parolees
And pass the blunt, cos none of ya'll can hold it

[Hook X2]
We got the niggaz (we got the bit*hes)
We got the killaz (we got the riches)
We got the dealers (we hit the switches)
We got every f**king thing you want
And we can get it punk as* nigga, if we don't

[Verse 4 û MC Ren]
Who that nigga that you f**king with?
When you want to hear some motherf**king nigger
shit
Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your bit*h nigga ren with it
Y'all need to quit it
This sh*t legendary, f**k around with it and yo
mama get buried
Your first born and that bit*h you just married!
Who give a f**k pop that baby she just carried
Hubbin' all black like my f**king skin tone
How the f**k you gon talk about the villain, you
a clone
Bitin every time you bust, who gave all y'all
balls to cuss?
Weak motherf**kers better say us!
So +If it Ain't Ruff+, it ain't my shit
Might a bit mad at the bit*h that ate my dick
Hate my clique, bit*h-man cos I won't hit
A nigga that I ain't f**king wit!

[Hook X2]

[All]
Please Beelive it, please beelive it, please
believe it

Awww man gimme one mo' sip of that cognac!