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Blue County Ride On

sounds like hate Comin' from her momma and daddy's room Ride on, ride on Out to where it don't hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before

like hate Comin' from her momma and daddy's room Chorus: Ride on, ride on Out to where it don't hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before

hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets

ride again Run out of track and I caught the plane Back in the county with the blues again Great North Special been on my mind Might like to ride it

't no problem My nigga, c'mon I said, you don't really wanna go, I can tell But I'ma take you anyway, what the Hell So come on get on in the ride And

die, bury me inside this blue flame You know what it is, Louis on my shoestrings I make ya girl get loose for the loose change Chandelier on my neck,

the stage on BET And since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street First rule to put T-Watches on the TV Everyday it's a party on Grove Street [Outro -

To all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name Biggie I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga

a hair on a head, everything calmer We ghetto stars and fools We paid the dues We made the blues So come on with the come on And get down with the get