Nation Riders Lyrics
| Song | Nation Riders |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Can't Stay Away |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Dinkens, Jackson ... | |
| Chucks to gators, great to greater | |
| Quit the bullshit to make the paper | |
| Who said a gangster can't be a banker | |
| Ya gotta make ya money in large amounts | |
| Shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs | |
| You ain't talkin bout swallowin mine | |
| When the mic turned on, | |
| Slink Capone for the job'cuz you know | |
| I'm fully qualified | |
| A lotta niggaz wanna know what it takes to make | |
| The pretty bitches sell they bodies from state to state | |
| You all caught up in the hype like | |
| Wayne Loc say | |
| Try the shit again, 'cuz it ain't yo day | |
| You wanna dive in head first, but you don't know the game | |
| Now they got you for ya scratch and ya | |
| Rolex chain | |
| Even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain | |
| Motherfucker, you still better throw them thangs | |
| Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the funk | |
| Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk | |
| Ain't no denyin us, we the livest | |
| And we never let the muthafuckin iron rust | |
| Anybody wanna get served, line up | |
| And if you ridin with us, get behind us | |
| Slink Capone, | |
| Murda One, | |
| Playa Playa on that ass | |
| Get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga what??? | |
| I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for trippin | |
| Intervenin on my | |
| Crippin and we known for dippin | |
| Don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position | |
| Ya hard head, what you think you too grown to listen | |
| Only GOD really knows how long we livin | |
| Unforgiven, but our acts be hunger driven | |
| Growin up in the city, made some wrong decisions | |
| But $hort plugged me in, now | |
| I'm on precision |
| zuo ci : Carter, Dinkens, Jackson ... | |
| Chucks to gators, great to greater | |
| Quit the bullshit to make the paper | |
| Who said a gangster can' t be a banker | |
| Ya gotta make ya money in large amounts | |
| Shut ya mouth, you ain' t spittin no dolla signs | |
| You ain' t talkin bout swallowin mine | |
| When the mic turned on, | |
| Slink Capone for the job' cuz you know | |
| I' m fully qualified | |
| A lotta niggaz wanna know what it takes to make | |
| The pretty bitches sell they bodies from state to state | |
| You all caught up in the hype like | |
| Wayne Loc say | |
| Try the shit again, ' cuz it ain' t yo day | |
| You wanna dive in head first, but you don' t know the game | |
| Now they got you for ya scratch and ya | |
| Rolex chain | |
| Even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain | |
| Motherfucker, you still better throw them thangs | |
| Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the funk | |
| Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk | |
| Ain' t no denyin us, we the livest | |
| And we never let the muthafuckin iron rust | |
| Anybody wanna get served, line up | |
| And if you ridin with us, get behind us | |
| Slink Capone, | |
| Murda One, | |
| Playa Playa on that ass | |
| Get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga what??? | |
| I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for trippin | |
| Intervenin on my | |
| Crippin and we known for dippin | |
| Don' t try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position | |
| Ya hard head, what you think you too grown to listen | |
| Only GOD really knows how long we livin | |
| Unforgiven, but our acts be hunger driven | |
| Growin up in the city, made some wrong decisions | |
| But hort plugged me in, now | |
| I' m on precision |
| zuò cí : Carter, Dinkens, Jackson ... | |
| Chucks to gators, great to greater | |
| Quit the bullshit to make the paper | |
| Who said a gangster can' t be a banker | |
| Ya gotta make ya money in large amounts | |
| Shut ya mouth, you ain' t spittin no dolla signs | |
| You ain' t talkin bout swallowin mine | |
| When the mic turned on, | |
| Slink Capone for the job' cuz you know | |
| I' m fully qualified | |
| A lotta niggaz wanna know what it takes to make | |
| The pretty bitches sell they bodies from state to state | |
| You all caught up in the hype like | |
| Wayne Loc say | |
| Try the shit again, ' cuz it ain' t yo day | |
| You wanna dive in head first, but you don' t know the game | |
| Now they got you for ya scratch and ya | |
| Rolex chain | |
| Even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain | |
| Motherfucker, you still better throw them thangs | |
| Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the funk | |
| Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk | |
| Ain' t no denyin us, we the livest | |
| And we never let the muthafuckin iron rust | |
| Anybody wanna get served, line up | |
| And if you ridin with us, get behind us | |
| Slink Capone, | |
| Murda One, | |
| Playa Playa on that ass | |
| Get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga what??? | |
| I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for trippin | |
| Intervenin on my | |
| Crippin and we known for dippin | |
| Don' t try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position | |
| Ya hard head, what you think you too grown to listen | |
| Only GOD really knows how long we livin | |
| Unforgiven, but our acts be hunger driven | |
| Growin up in the city, made some wrong decisions | |
| But hort plugged me in, now | |
| I' m on precision |
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