Young nigga, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Young nigga, just a young nigga Get your money, young nigga Strippers in the club and my cups half empty Ride with my niggas cause my niggas understand me Still on Plan A, pussy niggas on Plan B Right

He wanna pop a wheelie Ride him like a Kawasaki They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi I'm sipping saki

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West Coast) It's somethin' in the water (Something

Early one morning With time to kill Crossing the plain My brother's rifle I borrowed Jebb's rifle And sat on a hill I saw a lone rider I drew a bead on him

Dirt on my name, never How long can I survive with this mentality? Damn it, won't be long 'fore I disappear Nigga play me, never Give up my chain, never Give up my pride, never Trials and tribulations I'm facing in this age of information, I hate this

From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers From four till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown I believe to

When your chips are down When your highs are low Reaching for the light Knowing we can't win It's getting close to sundown over the Sierra Stranded on the freeway burning with desire She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light

(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man) (You fuckin' with a changed man) I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up You go and drink the

No-one is going to take me alive Time has come to make things right You and I must fight for our rights You and I must fight to survive Come ride with me Through the veins of history I'll show you why god Falls asleep on the job And how can we win,

In my Chevrolet My box Chevrolet Got that Glock laid in my lap In case you want to play Let's go get you all cleaned up And ride around all day I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say