Ridin High Lyrics
| Song | Ridin High |
| Artist | Daz Dillinger |
| Album | Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dillinger, WC | |
| (daz) | |
| That ************* daz and dub c in this mother*******(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 *************t, nuttin but gangsta *************t | |
| Gangsta *************t, nuttin but gangsta *************t | |
| Wc, daz, ************* daz | |
| Gangsta *************t, nuttin but gangsta *************t | |
| (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 coke or ****, pills | |
| You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled | |
| *************t outta luck, there ain't no refills | |
| I'm more deadlier then ever | |
| What i got'll see through your armor *************eld | |
| 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******* get a job or get ya punk ass 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*************t | |
| 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,******* 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 *************t'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*******s 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 *************t | |
| Sucka!! | |
| 98-97 99-2g | |
| Whoooo!! | |
| What, what, what hey(x3) |
| zuo ci : Dillinger, WC | |
| daz | |
| That daz and dub c in this mother 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 t, nuttin but gangsta t | |
| Gangsta t, nuttin but gangsta t | |
| Wc, daz, daz | |
| Gangsta t, nuttin but gangsta t | |
| 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 coke or , pills | |
| You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled | |
| t outta luck, there ain' t no refills | |
| I' m more deadlier then ever | |
| What i got' ll see through your armor eld | |
| 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 get a job or get ya punk ass 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 t | |
| 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, 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 t' 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 s 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 t | |
| Sucka!! | |
| 9897 992g | |
| Whoooo!! | |
| What, what, what hey x3 |
| zuò cí : Dillinger, WC | |
| daz | |
| That daz and dub c in this mother 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 t, nuttin but gangsta t | |
| Gangsta t, nuttin but gangsta t | |
| Wc, daz, daz | |
| Gangsta t, nuttin but gangsta t | |
| 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 coke or , pills | |
| You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled | |
| t outta luck, there ain' t no refills | |
| I' m more deadlier then ever | |
| What i got' ll see through your armor eld | |
| 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 get a job or get ya punk ass 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 t | |
| 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, 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 t' 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 s 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 t | |
| Sucka!! | |
| 9897 992g | |
| Whoooo!! | |
| What, what, what hey x3 |
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