Ridin' Lyrics - Dead Prez

Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner 

Album: Sucka Free Mix 

Song: Ridin' 

Typed by: [email protected] 

David Banner: 

I'm from a place 

Where You gotta let yo' nutz hang 

Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open 

Just to let your fuckin' guts hang 

Right there in front of the kids 

I might as well split your Whig 

'Cause that's just what the master did 

But now I'm the new Nat Turner 

Spreadin' something to the kids 

Like Sojourner, Man, the truth 

Fuck a 'Creek 

? I care but you in doubts ? 

And go "Woof" 

He ain't dead 

What pledge 

There's a stank up in the Busch 

Or a stank up in the White House 

Shootin' board bullshit 

Man, it's dead props 

Here in Chicago 

But hit this hi-lo 

Warriors come play 

Click the bottles 

Cock them AK's (YEAH!) 

Bust on KK's (YEAH!) 

With the Knuckle boy 

Or the Other Two 

And the Stic-Man 

Given Dead on your shirt 

Like a Wristband 

You a Grown Man 

Nigga, Stand tall 

Don't it hurt 

'Cause you really 

Ain't a Nigga, dog? 

Don't it hurt 

'Cause you really 

Ain't a Nigga, dog? 

(YEAH!) 

Don't it hurt 

'Cause you really 

Ain't a Nigga, dog? 

[Chorus] 

Country boys, city boys 

Cadalacs, Rolly Royce 

Whatever...long as we Ridin' 

Pretty girls, ghetto boos 

On the boulevard, in the avenue 

It's a long a walk 

Now that we Ridin' 

Dead Prez: 

Yo' 

Niggas is not orginal 

Niggas follow the radio 

Niggas think if You Blow 

Then You gotta be on the TV Show 

Crackas is hypocritical 

Crackas will rob and shit on You 

'Cause see You do what they do 

They know freedom is powerful 

Niggas is very visual 

If we see it, we think it's true 

Very few niggas make a move 

And even less'll see it through 

Crackas make up the chemicals 

Then they call us the criminals 

Crackas make all the loot 

And we just get the residuals 

Niggas will rob and shot on You 

Crackas will drop a bomb on You 

Niggas is having funerals 

Crackas is having barbeques 

Niggas sing the blues 

That's reminicin' the spritual 

But when You say GAWD is You 

Niggas ain't really hearing You 

Crackas like to capitalize 

Them crackas a lie 

They say if You don't ?unionnize? 

Then You'll probably die 

I hate callin' niggas niggas 

So I'ma take it backwards 

I ain't got now love for whithey 

I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!) 

[Chorus] 

Country boys, city boys 

Cadalacs, Rolly Royce 

Whatever...long as we Ridin' 

Pretty girls, ghetto boos 

On the boulevard, in the avenue 

It's a long a walk 

Now that we Ridin' 

Talib Kweli: 

Yeah! 

I call myself real 

N-I-G-G-A 

'Cause Kweli be 

Showin' on the floor 

And they policies 

My philosophies 

Show You that the block 

Is a part of me 

Freedom Fighter 

Like Richard Carter be 

It's deep how the street knowledge beef 

'Cause it ran like a code inside of me 

It's practical, not scholarly 

Now why do I call myself 

A nigga 

You ask me 

Who's got my back 

When the cops harass me 

Ya'll can label 

Cinncinatti 

Can ride the train 

Or with the Caddie 

When they call You 

Nigga they scared of You 

They fearin' You 

So actually 

If CRACK is gone 

Be fearing Niggas 

Then that's what the 

Fuck I have to be 

Now 

It's a badge of honor 

And some say that 

Shit's upsurd 

It's more than 

Just a word 

We flip the shit 

Like it's a 'bird 

Pass it down through 

Generations, then 

Cuss You out and say it loud 

The first generation 

Of Muthafuckas 

To grab Our Nuts and 

Say it proud 

Country Niggas or City Niggas 

Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas 

In the coridor, floor or door, 

And all my Mississippi Niggas 

We connected 

All throughout 

The North, the East, the West, the South 

And if a white boy say the shit 

He'll still get punched 

Right in the mouth 

[Chorus] 

Country boys, city boys 

Cadalacs, Rolly Royce 

Whatever...long as we Ridin' 

Pretty girls, ghetto boos 

On the boulevard, in the avenue 

It's a long a walk 

Now that we Ridin' 

[Ending 2x] 

All they got for You 

Is a Cell my Nigga 

They want You 

Dead or in jail 

Without Rebel my Nigga 

In the streets 

It's similar to Hell 

My Nigga 

But we gonna Boss up 

And live well 

My Nigga