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C-Bo( CBo )
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Ride Till We Die
I keep a four with a trunk full a pumps that'll jump Fat heat under the seat and I dunk With the craziest nigga the shadiest nigga the [Incomprehensible] Fuck some crystal we on the yak in the bug
With a strap full of slugs, nigga Any one of you niggas try to jack, get capped in your mug, nigga It's the loca for sho' I go for broke With the loaded 44 revolver aimed at your throat
I gotta pain vain just as shady as a game Three lick again, 40 bitches on my cain Slanging that lolo smoking that dojo, back for more dough Packing that desert eagle it's me and my nigga C-BO
Keep the lethal illegal channel, we trying to see more Trunk full of kilos in back of the regal Twin evil ditching the brews so kicking the Jews For 2 raw commercial niggas with nothing to lose
We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf ass chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter
We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf ass chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter
Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No, it's me Dub-C letting my bandanna swang Watching them all walkin', my dance with rocks in my pants Glokking my cant's, Chuck Taylor's and contra pants
All my booth flannel, my lolo, my ammo scheam ass for the scandal 'Cuz niggas be in your court sayin' he's a soprano But dead niggas can't talk, fuck the DA It's C-BO and Dub on this criminal replay
Fuck toning, shit down I'm fit to bone a bitch down Me and Dub in the rag [Incomprehensible]hoppin' through the town Crip walkin' to the party like Westside Grab the mike and show them how the West ride
Fo banging, hoes hanging, zone stanging Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Gets no love from the Dub, we got the infrared aiming He's flaming, we banging, seat claiming Give a fuck till we die, these niggas ain't changing
We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf ass chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter
We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf ass chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter
Dub C, plug me, slug me with some game Let it rain, let it drip, hit the switch, make it bang What you claim? Got affiliated mad circle game Thangs celebrate, better feel the flame
Two hoes will never change creased khakis and chucks and t-shirt Bandanna on swang, rather it rain, all in the same game Shit, I got the gravy and the sack Yo 'cuz, call that shady nigga back
What you mean? What you mean, nigga I got the bomb ass tweed nigga and dirty choppers That I'll make them retrieve nigga, all scandalous, I got it on lock And C-BO, show them how you be banging the guard and block
I blow chronic by the pee's, nigga And stay behind it like steam, nigga And keep something up your sleeve, nigga Many 14, 2 2 3's, in my hood we stay jumping out of trees, nigga
We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf ass chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter
We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf ass chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter
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