Ride On, Ride Out (feat. DMC)

Ride On, Ride On Ride out, Ride Out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's Ride on, Ride on It's Ride out, Ride out It's got me walkin In the dirty south, dirty south I said I need a beater want to rock the band So I went and got the king of raisin hell Put on the deep thinner 250 with the big black truck With the ten inch lift Hopped out in New York, big city of dreams With my cowboy boots gunna do my thing It's a country boy with the king of rock And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop It's Colt and DMC and it's all good He's rippin house Queens I'm straight up the wood I'm just camouflage wear-in Rayban Stair-in In my cowboy hat and it's like that I'm gunna fight the power Kill in the flower Any MC dat wanna try me and D Y'all better recognize the real Ride On, Ride Out Tell me how you feel Ride On, Ride On Ride out, Ride Out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's Ride on, Ride on It's Ride out, Ride out From New York City to the dirty south, dirty south I can down from Hermans from over Elle That's where my name is known so well I'm in a black pick-up with a mini coat Y'all all know I ain't no joke He came from Georgia Crossin the boarder Heard some of y'all were getting out-of-order Tell the reporters gunna be a slaughter Put away the wife and hide your daughters On points like this it's unstoppable Toppin these two minutes impossible King DMC is remarkable How he gunna stop it? With his gun. When he pull his gun out There's no where to run Like the Gatling gun works from the tongue And every battle we been in we always won Ride On, Ride On Ride out, Ride Out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's Ride on, Ride on It's Ride out, Ride out From the heart of Queens to the dirty south, dirty south