Ridin', Slipin' & Slidin' Lyrics - Singles - Tha Dogg Pound

Ahhhhhwww shit, fuck! 

It's a brand new day in the hood 

It's money to make, and I'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good 

It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll 

And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome 

If it's on it's on, I put down my gangsta hand 

Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance 

See I can put down like this, and you don't know why 

Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die 

How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street 

I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete 

Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched 

But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next? 

An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind 

Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time 

Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back 

Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac 

Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib 

I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit' 

I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up 

Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut 

Ridin', slipin' and slidin' 

Ran out a door my situation's back where I left 

A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread 

Don't get twisted for shit, see I be mashin on my own mission 

Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin 

I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough 

And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough 

Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style 

True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down 

Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move) 

Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all the dough 

Five pounds of coke, two pounds of ? 

Now we baggin it up, and smokin all night long 

I want to trip, then I didn't have no chip 

And my pockets be short, and I started to trip 

To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house 

She was poppin with them sales I don't play that shit (bitch!) 

And sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today 

Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say 

Well I got me a plot on the Westside on the town 

With some mark ass niggaz from the other side (yeah let's put it down) 

Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true indeed we see 

The layout down, as we proceed 

Two in the front, three in the back, about to make niggaz collapse 

Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack 

Takes place now we face to face and I'm in the mood 

For a murder, so I'm all for the do low and you know 

The chances, advances stages 

Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady 

To my lady, what I'm a do is mine for my loot 

With the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two 

When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip 

Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip 

I gotta make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness 

Niggaz here to lick and got paid, bitch 

Riding, slipping and sliding 

I don't trust a bitch, so fuck a bitch 

What's the function, what's the game 

All aboard, the cavi train 

All you busters, riding round 

You don't want to, see the Pound