Fes Taylor - We Ride Lyrics
Fes Taylor Lyrics
We Ride Lyrics
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Yeah ya big hommie, The O to the G,
INS the rebel, Back at it,
I've been doin this a long time man,
I'm built for it, You know,
I got the scars to proof it, It's real.
[Chorus x2: Inspectah Deck]
East side, West side, Everybody's side,
Get money, Get high, Everybody fly,
I'm livin, You livin, Ain't nobody die,
Big time, Small time, Everybody ride.
[Inspectah Deck:]
I comes from the pissiest stair case,
Where shortys sling base and the creeps keep a mask on they face,
And hard body, They ain't just a word it's the life,
And as you speak another nigga gets murdered tonight,
They got cameras on the roof tops watchin my oops,
In the kitchen with the blue tops dodgin the cops,
In the process, Sipped a few burs, Lit a few herbs,
Daily warfare, It's over just a few words,
While I toss heavy weight on the beam, Cross state with the team,
Caught a case for a taste of the C.R.E.A.M.,
And lost weight just from chasin a dream, Just from chasin the fiends,
I'm only peace when I'm blazin the green,
Hood life what we reppin with the weapons in hand,
Squeeze off in a second for a section of land,
Since thirteen measurin grams, Gerttin cheddar in grands,
Don't let the tech stretch him and his fam, Man.
[Chorus]
[Fes Taylor:]
Smack open up doors for me, I come through with the hammer out,
Listen you don't want to go to war with me,
I'm Fes Taylor you heard of me,
Cause my buzz spread around the world now from S.I. to Germany,
Life got me stressed out, Took my Moms to surgery,
Before I see my Earth go, Rather see em murder me,
Shit on you purposely, My new name for you niggas is toilet seat,
I'm tryna make it so we all can eat,
I play the guitar, Bullet it can split the tar,
Only way I make a nigga dance is shot at his feet,
Rather make songs from the hood, I'm a street nigga,
Got crack on the block from Park Hill to Osgood,
It's all good, Hoes Woody Woodpecker, More wood,
Extortin you rappers, Ya'll niggas should call me Suge,
Two 4 the new death row, My left blow,
Plus my right hook'll knock him right off his toe,
Let's roll.
[Chorus]
Yeah ya big hommie, The O to the G,
INS the rebel, Back at it,
I've been doin this a long time man,
I'm built for it, You know,
I got the scars to proof it, It's real.
[Chorus x2: Inspectah Deck]
East side, West side, Everybody's side,
Get money, Get high, Everybody fly,
I'm livin, You livin, Ain't nobody die,
Big time, Small time, Everybody ride.
[Inspectah Deck:]
I comes from the pissiest stair case,
Where shortys sling base and the creeps keep a mask on they face,
And hard body, They ain't just a word it's the life,
And as you speak another nigga gets murdered tonight,
They got cameras on the roof tops watchin my oops,
In the kitchen with the blue tops dodgin the cops,
In the process, Sipped a few burs, Lit a few herbs,
Daily warfare, It's over just a few words,
While I toss heavy weight on the beam, Cross state with the team,
Caught a case for a taste of the C.R.E.A.M.,
And lost weight just from chasin a dream, Just from chasin the fiends,
I'm only peace when I'm blazin the green,
Hood life what we reppin with the weapons in hand,
Squeeze off in a second for a section of land,
Since thirteen measurin grams, Gerttin cheddar in grands,
Don't let the tech stretch him and his fam, Man.
[Chorus]
[Fes Taylor:]
Smack open up doors for me, I come through with the hammer out,
Listen you don't want to go to war with me,
I'm Fes Taylor you heard of me,
Cause my buzz spread around the world now from S.I. to Germany,
Life got me stressed out, Took my Moms to surgery,
Before I see my Earth go, Rather see em murder me,
Shit on you purposely, My new name for you niggas is toilet seat,
I'm tryna make it so we all can eat,
I play the guitar, Bullet it can split the tar,
Only way I make a nigga dance is shot at his feet,
Rather make songs from the hood, I'm a street nigga,
Got crack on the block from Park Hill to Osgood,
It's all good, Hoes Woody Woodpecker, More wood,
Extortin you rappers, Ya'll niggas should call me Suge,
Two 4 the new death row, My left blow,
Plus my right hook'll knock him right off his toe,
Let's roll.
[Chorus]
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