T-Bone Album: The Last Street Preacha Track: Ride With Me
Ride With Me Lyrics
[T-Bone] Who's this rapper tryin to step to me Tlakin 'bout you ain't really got that ministry Child please wisdom G's on them knees Preachin from california to the florida keys We be slingin the word while they smokin their herb Dippin' in 64's hittin switches on the curbs And swerve back in place pump that bass Wit da sanctafied sound produced by that playa chase Like mase I'm i'm fittin makin you feel so good When I bump this gospel music in your hood,inglewood West covina,pasedena, take it to my inte' in puente I cant forget about all my peoples in the 415,510,916 Make them chips we stick together like cement and bricks Now bounce to this playalistic boneybone head
[Chorus] Dip bounce, side to side Come ride wit a playa from the kila catty westside Psyco west coast ridin music For you and all your dawgs to cruise wit
[T-Bone] Shh, aint no talkin while I'm puttin demons in coffins Dippin in da catilacs pumpin dawkins and dawkins Got me rapped up tied up If you love cali, playa throw the westside G Now watch me ride like those Hells angels In them harleys, or them blue cowboys wit them blue wrangler Swingin their lasso singin wild wild west Cuz where I am from you need a bullet proof vest Smoke the what for your stress Naw dawg hold up wait a minute It aint no high If the holy ghost aint rolled up in it
I get drunk in the spirit on a day to day basis Preachin the word, to my partnas catchy cases Racist click to, piru flamed up in blue Crips too, God wanna bless you 2, 3, 4, and 5 now close your eyes And bump this in your ride while you glide and...
[T-Bone] I just cant stop, makin saucy gospel hip hop Gonna do this to the day that I drop like tupac Who do you beleive in I put my faith in God bless to be breathin Reachin to the heathin Buckin them demons 'O' what a feelin got the crowd screamin Dancin on the ceilin So hate if you wanna hate, say what you but Gospel rap wit out bone is like LA wit out a Dr. Dre Or sway wit out tech, catchin wreck In these california streets wit out a ghetto vette It aint happenin bibles I'm still packin'em And jackin demons wit dem 44 Magnums