Whoooo Ride with me,ride with me,ride with me Come on and ride with me, ride with me, ride with me (It's them dirty boyz back one more time) Come on
[Verse: Big Pimp] Now we been rappin' since the third grade... and I ain't lying Y'all saw that footage Killa Dealer played... way from '89 But I said
's that weed, reefa, marijuana that got me twisted Hell we runnin' that wood awfuly somethin' good so we stay blistered Off that thunder birdy yac Dirty
off kind bud I'm screaming out Dirty thug Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz So tell me what it was What it be like Mr. G living up to this gangster
sky, let me know if you down to ride This one for those that died, and survived thru the struggle It don't matter your damn color, whole world's a dirty
We're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls But the less you breathe the more you see of it all The lions share is courting the teen
Vague men tied to a stake, gather round your little ones Feast your eyes, steady your aim behold We hit shore dragging miles of verse Poisoned food on
Trained in the art of devastating The arts be remaining unmoved in their midst We came down, down, down From that high and now we're looking for more
Play with the bow at the bridge Tune your voices to minor chords This is the lowest we've ever been Until we bend for the offering We're giving a knee
Don't try to resist You're coming with us Provisions are made Accommodations have met Your words are encoded In the bleak genetics of the mob Praise
I tied the devil to the tracks (Can you hear the train coming?) I served him papers with a seal from the governor The spoiler throwing voices The vapors
We've drained full confession booths Polluted drinking wells with our repentances And then stood grinning with our arm Around our shoulders of a rotting
The great American mischief has muted our hearts And our rhythms are met With the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars It's all but too much So nobody
Sound the bells and take to the streets in arms We're descending fast, a pox on your house of cards Dry your eyes, your daughters have lost their faith
Oh Lord I am saved Judge says I am fit to swing 'Bout time I have prayed My woman just might wear my ring Oh you know I'm no good You know I'm no good
You better show another piece of what Let's stick to your mouth while the getting's good 'Cause you know that our highs are running low And every new
Turn the lights off, turn the lights off Your daddy better lock up his girl Say a prayer boy, call on the cops 'Cause you ain't gotta run when the music
Marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade With a bottle and a Bible the dregs are armed to the teeth We traded distinction and praise for the