Jones, Capo Status   You know what this is about, 'bout riders   All my states around this country   All my ghettos, my niggaz ready to ride   R.I.P, Biggie Smalls, this one's for you      We some riders, I hope you know we riders   Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders   You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride   And get high and get high, let's ride      You know we riders, I hope you know we riders   Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders   You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride   And get high and just ride now let's ride      Lock and load the clip, see po-po then slow the whip   Big ass guns in a stolen whip but if you got weed then roll the shit   You rollin' with them rollin' Dips, straight up weed no poofin' these   Straight up G's no doopin' me, crazy b's that shoot up shit   Major cheese off of movin' bricks      From cuttin' up rain to shuflin' rain   Baggin' these hoes, fuckin' some dames   Waking up morning and fuck is the name      I'm in restaurants Mr. Chows   Stuntin' hard like 50 thou   I keep my goons my niggaz wild   Shootin' that thing till ya shit go blaow      The palmin' cheese can't come my needs   Hatian niggaz bombin' weed   Gats mo-mo, techs gon' blow, all in these streets   Shots with a four pound, AK when it go 'round   Don't play when it go 'round   In little Haiti them niggaz crazy like "Get 'em, baby"      Let's ride, here go some riders, I hope you know the riders   Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders   You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride   And get high and just ride and let's ride      You know we riders, I hope you know we riders   Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders   You know we riders that ride out and get high and just ride   And get high and just ride now let's ride      Call my gang to bust, know you fags ain't dangerous   Must be high off Angel Dust   To think that you can bang wit' us hang wit' us   Tape you to the hood no thang with us   Shoot up ya club get ya mangled up   I call my gangstas up and get ya faggot ass tangled up      Now what you bitches, step on the corner wit' a bunch of G's   Tryna dump the heat, while you duck police   Me, myself, I run the streets wit' no regard like, "Oh my God"   We just sittin' here not to lose, high off weed with lots of booze   Call my G's when I got to move   'Cause I drop 100 G's when I dropped the Coupe      Niggaz found a way tryna take my life   'Cause I run 'round the way wit' a neck full of ice   Gotta bunch of doggs and I set 'em to bite   So if you niggaz want war we can do it tonight      I'm prayin' to the Lord that optimize   Dip Set Byrd Gang know I'ma ride   And I'ma rep till my last breath   Take a pull of my last hit      Pull up on these niggaz and blast the bitch   East side when I mask the bitch   We ride on some panther shit, gotta go prac, lotta load gats   If a niggaz run on me then I gotta go back, back   And we gon' ride out, just ride and get high   And just ride and get high add let's ride      You know we riders, I hope you know we riders   Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders   You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride   And get high and just ride now let's ride      You know we riders, I hope you know we riders   Them rollin', rollin' riders, lock and load my riders   You know we riders, that ride out and get high and just ride   And get high and just ride, now let's ride      You know we riders, I hope you know we riders   You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire   Listen lame, I'm insane to this game, get this flame in ya brain   Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang      You know we riders, I hope you know we riders   You think you roll wit' liars, you'll hear them 4's wit' fire   Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain   Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang      Yo, who is realer than us? We'll turn jailers to smuts   I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff   Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup   Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go Taylor my Chucks      You'll get whaled on the snuck, gat for ice, match it twice   Faggot dyke, mag to bite, there go ya appetite   My niggaz blast the pipe, black ya lights, flag the kite   Shout to my man Tito Lino facin' natural life      I'm just natural nice, you's hermaphrodite   My man Zeke be home three nigga pass the kite   This the facts of life, facts of ice, scrap ya right   Cabbage sliced, matchin' chain, matchin' Nikes      You's a coward please, I keep the power squeezed   Creep this thunder'll leave you under them flower trees   I done crowd the please, wit about a thousand keys   Ask about me, I ain't gotta break a smile to cheese