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Kurupt F/ Daz (Tha Dogg Pound) Miscellaneous Who Ride Wit Us 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 I'm tired 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 [Kurupt] I'm tired of this (this) I'm tired of that (that) 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 [Daz] Homey don't get nervous Beware, that's 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 to hit em up Aww yeah Chorus |
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