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DAZ DILLINGER : Ridin' High lyrics

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DAZ DILLINGER lyrics : "Ridin' High"

[Daz]
That ^!$$% Daz and Dub C in this mother$#&@er(what's happening ^!$$%)
Doing what we got to do, every day all day

And if you didn't know! Now you know!
So get it right! Beeeoootch!!!(echoes)


Yah
And it goes like that
Gangsta %#@!, nuttin but gangsta %#@!

Gangsta %#@!, nuttin but gangsta %#@!
WC, Daz, ^!$$% Daz
Gangsta %#@!, nuttin but gangsta %#@!


[Chorus x2]
Just ridin high!(Just ridin high)

Just ridin by!(Just ridin by)
Come on!
Don't trip, don't trip


[Daz]
It's like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill

On what we call the dollar dollar bill
You can get killed for that paint job and wheels
Oh my oh my I love the dollar dollar bill

Oh juicy, be like ?vision? when he shot steel
Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot
Slang [email protected]%!e or weed, pills

You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled
%#@! outta luck, there ain't no refills
I'm more deadlier then ever

What I got'll see through your armor shield
Show you breakdown with your bills
Recognize the real side that'll ride and kill

Just for sure

[Chorus]


[WC]
Chronic's in the bag, rollin all day

Blue ??????six with ?double? called ?say?
Age sixteen, I'm tired of hearing mom's mouth
"Mother$#&@er get a job or get ya punk $$# out!"

A little wild seed, influenced by the g's
Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting ^!$$%s for cheese
It's the normal method, barrel start by the jail

Wreck a long one ????? the real stretch marks
A juvenile packing millimeters
And when I'm close to doing a third

^!$$% I got more stripes then a zebra
Will I live and make it out of the ghetto
But will I die?

Only GOd knows ^!$$% but for now I just know I'm just

[Chorus]


[Daz]
You got the upper hand

Take control and take command
Get your blast over with and cut the bull%#@!
I the need the chips in a hurry

By the end of the day I'm having em' don't worry
Sorta like a dream or a storybook
A born crook

Shook all the bustas that snitch
Now I'ma black book
It took a while

Being so broke it's hard to smile
Hard living, trying to be grown when I'm a child
Overshadowed by negativity

Running and stealing, running from security
Something like a mystery
Drugs,(*##$es to county jails, penitentiaries

My background history
Cause the game is so trickory


[WC]
Now what's the remedy
Should we strive, the streets is killing me
Or should we lay down in a cell %#@!'s forgiving me
Criminal activity

Crack sales are killing me
(A bunch or syllables said really fast)
[Daz]
Just chill
[WC]

I'm tired of living the life of crime
[Daz]
Just chill
[WC]
The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind

[Daz]
Just chill
[WC]
Why do we have to fool and get ill
[Daz]

Don't trip
[WC]
It's all about the dollar dollar bill

[Chorus]


[Daz talking]
You mother$#&@ers wanted to know what the gang was all about
And now you know, you ain't got to look no further
WC and that ^!$$% Daz
Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta %#@!
Sucka!!
98-97 99-2G

Whoooo!!

What, what, what hey [x3]

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