Get Yo Ride On Lyrics - Mack 10

[Mack 10] 

Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha 

You ready Eiht? 

[MC Eiht] 

Yeah, c'mon 

[Mack 10] 

I was born to ride, banging, pack heat 

Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks 

Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix 

With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry licks 

Moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger" 

I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gang banger?" 

I can't switch over night and be good 

And I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood 

So I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal 

Twisting triple gold with the all black eagle 

Got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat 

So I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck 

He said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated 

And here's the extra clip incase you might need it" 

Get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on 

Throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on 

[Chorus: x2] 

Ride for me, I'ma ride for you 

You Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew 

Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best 

Nobody rides like these killas from the west 

[Eazy E] 

1, 2, 3, and to the 4 

Eazy motherfucking with a chrome to your dome 

Cruising, in my 6-4 rag top 

I got a lot of juice, a lot of fucking block 

Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncing 

More bounce to the ounce and I'm clowning 

Keep the gat in my lap cause I'm fully strapped 

For the car jackers, but no haps cause I pack a 

Tech 9, plus a A-K 47 

Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven 

Peep, nigga I don't sleep 

Bury motherfuckers in the concrete 

You try to creep kinda slow in a Astro 

But I'm peeping niggas out in my left window 

So I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more 

Yo, they call me motherfucking John Doe 

[Chorus] 

[MC Eiht] 

Real thugs roll cause the Westside's sick 

Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip 

Slick, but not like Rick, the gang story 

G's kill and ain't shit funny like Joe Corry 

Don't make me laugh cause I"m on the wrong the path 

Catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath 

Slang strike to make money, now ain't that simple? 

That silly nigga's wearing vest's but we aim for the temple 

Watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo 

Keep the calico with extra ammo 

So and so gets blasted, to the casket 

Never seen these west side G's face, we masked it 

Y'all best be defeat and be discreet 

Catch the hot heat from across the street 

Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me 

Retaliation, straight better than hitting pussy 

[Chorus] 

Ugh, MC Eiht in the motherfucking house 

(yeah, Hoo-Bang one time) 

Yeah, ha 

(Hoo-Bang two times) 

Rest in peace Eazy E 

(the hip hop thugster) 

(yeah) 

Fa sho 

(Mack Dime) 

Come on, ugh 

(all day baby, all day baby) 

West side riders! Ugh