Who Ride Wit Us Lyrics by Kurupt

Who Ride Wit Us Lyrics

    Ride wit us, who ride wit us

    Chorus: repeat 4x

    Awww yeah! do you wanna ride wit us
    Who ride wit us

    [daz]
    When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper
    Wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin
    Hoppin up the 'shaw on a sunday, what a fun day
    Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way
    Diggy daz a busta ain't had enough against
    Rough and rough but it's never too much
    Daz kurupt, kurupt and daz on that ass
    We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash
    This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
    Ak front to the back cause we hard to fade
    We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmin
    To rumble in the jungle like ali and foreman
    We rippin it up, we be givin it up
    On the daily homeboy we be givin it up
    We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up
    Homeboy diggy daz (now with kurupt)

    Chorus

    [kurupt]
    Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn
    Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn
    Flippin stickin fools for chicken, scrapin the curbs
    Scrappin for the domes straight to the head thunderbird
    I'm on it homey, me and my homegirl diamond
    Down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin
    Daz, my closest homeboy
    California lickin switches a couple toys
    Retirin ? a couple jerseys
    Went from the sunny state to jersey, puffin hershey
    Let off, get off, or get spin off
    Spit off, set off, spun off the chest
    Off the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
    Gangster daz and kurupt let loose
    This is it, short change dip wit us
    Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us

    Chorus

    [daz]
    I'm tired of this (this) i'm tired of that (daz)
    I'm bout to bust, fool where's the strap
    G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo'
    Up and down stairs beats everywhere i go
    Calico excursions, different diversions
    Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey
    On the corner chippin the curb and any busta
    Get close enough we servin

    [kurupt]
    Homey don't get nervous
    Beware, daz kurupt fool beware
    Rippin it up fool so you better beware
    Of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up
    You and your all crap crew get bruised up
    I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine
    And pay dues and now i'm livin the life of crime
    Switched up, hit em up, blast or get em up
    Forty-five, tec nines blast or hit em up
    Aww yeah

    Chorus

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