Ride Wit Me Lyrics - Singles - T-bone

[T-Bone] 

Who this rapper tryin to step to me 

Talkin bout you ain't really bout that ministry 

Child please, we's them G's on them knees 

Preachin from California to the Florida Keys, we be 

Slangin the WORD, while they smokin they're herb 

And dippin 64's, hittin switches on the curb 

Then swerve back in place, bump that bass 

Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase 

Like Mase, 'Im fittin, makin ya feel so good' 

When I bump this gospel music in your hood, Inglewood 

West Covina, Pasadena, then take it to my gente, in Puente 

I can't forget about all my patnas in the 415, 510, 916 

Make them chips, we stick together like cement and bricks 

Now just bounce to this playalisctic Boneybone hit 

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[Chorus] 

Dip bounce, side to side 

And come ride wit a play from that killa Cali westside 

Pyscho, westcoast, rider, music 

For you and all your dawgs to ride to 

[T-Bone] 

Shh, ain't not talkin, while I'm puttin demons in coffins 

Dippin in the Cadillac bumpin Dawkins and Dawkins 

Got me wrapped up, tied up 

If you love Cali, playa throw the Westside up 

now watch me ride like them hell's angels 

In them Harleys, or them cowboys wit the blue wranglers 

Swingin ther lasso, screamin wild wild west 

'cause where I'm from, you need a bullet prrof vest 

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Smoke the what for your stress 

Nah dawg, hold up, wait a minute 

'cause ain't no high unless the Holy Ghost ain't rolled up in it 

I get drunk in the spirit on a day to day basis 

And preach the WORD, to my patnas catchin cases 

Racist clicks too, piru flamed up in blue 

Crips too, God wanna bless you 

2, 3, 4 and 5, now close your eyes 

And bump this in your ride while you glide and... 

[Chorus] 

[T-Bone] 

I just can't stop, makin suacy gospel hip hop 

Fittin do this, til the day that I drop 

Like Tupac, 'who do you believe in' 

I put my faith in God, blessed to be breathin 

Preachin to the heathen, buckin them demons 

Oh what a feelin, got the crowd screamin 

Dancin on the ceilin 

So hate if you wanna man, say what you say 

But gospel rap wit Bone is like LA wit out a Dr. Dre 

Or Sway without Tech, catchin wreck 

Or these Californias streets without a ghetto vet 

It ain't happenin, Bibles I'm still packin them 

And jackin demons wit them 44 magnums 

[Chorus]