Ridin' in the Streets (исполнитель: Bizzy Bone/Mr. Criminal/Layzie Bone)
[bad word] ] Just, just, just... Just ridin', ridin'... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Just ridin', ridin'... I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man Just, just, just... I'm just ridin', ridin'... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece I'm just slidin', slidin' Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me I'm just ridin', ridin' Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece I'm just slidin' slidin' Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me [Bizzy:] We're nothin' but [bad word] [bad word] we're nothin' but [bad word] We're nothin' but [bad word] [bad word] we're nothin' but [bad word] See it's the thug, [bad word] give me some bud I'm out on the way to go get me some love Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous We're nothin' but [bad word] they gave me the tomb And heavenly Father all over your son The people are part of ya, never be found But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin' Look at the war and here [bad word] I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well I'm from the best, the sick of the best The sicker the test, will settle finesse, so Bizzy the Kid The best...let me get this, that we feelin' depressed [Hook:] How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss My lips are (?), Lord know's I'm not ugly And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss My lips are (?), the Lord know's I'm not ugly Heavenly father you are the best, one time... I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man [bad word] Just, just, just... Just ridin', ridin'... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece I'm just slidin', slidin' Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me I'm just ridin', ridin' Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece I'm just slidin' slidin' Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me [Layzie:] I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets [bad word] this the [bad word] [bad word] and it sit's with a new kid Who goes there, I, we used to slam them dog's Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky My [bad word] I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my [bad word] No wonder why [bad word] I'm a hard workin' horse Keep my grammy on a mantle, [bad word] puttin' it in a source If rap was a [bad word] I'll want a divorce And if rap was a study, you would need you a course I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music Listen 'til they [bad word] , haters be refusin' They [bad word] want to listen to it But they gotta be [bad word] with it Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it It's rider season, and really ain't [bad word] to it Nice and smooth gettin' through it I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place [bad word] Just ridin', ridin'... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Where we be feelin&