(Intro)   This goes out to all riders worldwide   Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride   where playa hatin' killers and the lil' niggas thrive   And lame motherfuckers can barely stay alive         (Verse 1)   One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch took a shower dried off   brushed the gold teeth like slick rick   Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh that got blessed wit tha sex after slippin' on my slick fit   The high discover me, hit the front porch two women butterly lovely   in front of me got my head gone   I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them got chocolate thick   thighs and the other one was a redbone   Where ya'll goin' ya'll thick as hell, what's ya name I wanna get up   with ya'll durin' tha night shit   I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit   call up the buddies that you be tight with   We ain't really gon be doin too much though a ridin around bumpin'   sounds trippin out while we flame jane   tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang cane to maintain   tomorrow the same thing   Or we can chill at the crib and play spades and kick some ass a bit Speed   pass the clit and get passionate   grab ya buckle and unfasten it and get into some ol nasty shit   Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus cause ain't no spin   movin' I ain't got no time to lie   so Tell your girls we gon be sliding by but hit the weed tip first   cause my click got to be riding high 'cause it feels so good         (Chorus)   Cause it feels so good how we kick it in the hood, It's like ohhh   (When we ridin high)   Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes   straight pimpin' with nowhere to go   And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood, It's like ohhh   (When we ridin high)   Rollin through the hood with phillies and hoes   straight pimpin' with nowhere to go         (Verse 2)   Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we love   smokin' on some bud that's flame tight   Trippin' off how we survive in the rugged terrain and try to hang tight   getting fucked up on gang night   Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even though we see evil people back to back we still be holdin' stacks and packs ridin through witrough black blacks, ash trays, ?, and crack sacks   Hustlin' and chillin' wat we focusin'   Been all through bitches crib hopin' it's on   If ain't no strokin' we strollin' alone roll on the chrome not really trippin' because we take the smoke to tha dome   Bumpin the tunes while nickel roles and herringbones glisten from off   the sunlight   Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight booty hung right   and every night we see at least one fight, hookin up with   my fellow Westside clicks   Now together must but when we rolled wit straps we was some rug cutters   Despite the envy and jealousy throughout the others cause all y'all my mufukkas   So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome   we gone to blaze on till my brain's blown   Hopin' to get my thing on no matter what block you stay on kickin' round my world is the same song(so the Mobsters just flame on)   For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got gators on hurtin' tha club and hit tha tip where they servin' them dubs now we got up on bud straight beatin' up the block searchin' fo love   Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone smokin delight the body   right what the party like are you as live as I   Come roll with me so we can ride the sky but only if you let me play   with you while we ridin' high 'cause it feels so good         Chorus         (Verse 3)   Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo'   cheese   Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's   split the philly with my door keys   scoop a female to the crib and get my boy to bring a blessin' through   sit on the floor and play some Tekken 2   Lesson two I'm undressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class   Wreckin' Crew bring out the best in you   Confessin truths lies about your inner thighs and where they been at   hopin maybe you be my lady   What's the potatoes without the gravy what I'm feelin on maybe softer then   silicone baby, but can you pay me   Cause lately we riding on tha dope stroll and I can go low   I'll lose my shop if I choose to stop   We can cruise some blocks and talk about how later on you comin' out   your clothes, shoes and socks now aint that news or not   come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last "O" get a "B" and   split it now watch me kill it   Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro on billets take a choke   on so I can really feel it   Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a   good life and that we know   always and forever though, for ever more rollin in the ghetto with no   where to go and it feels so good