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We Ride
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Latin Rap
We Ride was released on May 7, 2013 by SL Entertainment as a part of the album MC Pancho Presents: Chicano Rap Made Me Do It
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Release DateMay 7, 2013
LabelSL Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

Lyrics

The set up game
In the dead of the night
It's a blue Levi's
And a Stanford white
It's a blue suede Nikes
And the rhythm was right
Coincide with the moon
Let me spit this rhyme
Entrapment
Homie equal a cell
Who said crime don't pay
For I'm living well
These irrational thoughts
I conceive ideas
That illustrate minds
I forget that real
I draw the line
Scope of vision precise
The concept deep
As we man the mics
An explosive device
In every which way
I got you in suspense
On what the fuck I'll say
I'mma take out
Anyone that step
It's a cold pursuit
Till a shank in your neck
World views
Philosophical shit
Professor G
Rabs
Robert Cooper
It's grip
Cross the line
Load the nine
Unload the clip
Cause it's do or die
In a gangsta's life
And it's overtime
Who said crime don't pay
For I'm living well
We ride
Grindin all day
Grindin
Grindin all day
We ride
Grindin all day
Who said crime don't pay
For I'm living well
They roll up in a pick up truck
Like they wanna get em up
They jumped out the ride
Say stick em up
My nines went click
Then I lit em up
2Pac 9-6
Baby yeah I hit em up
In the danger zone
Where the danger's on
The brains get blown
To the tune of your favorite song
And my gun plays
In heavy rotation
Swines trying to find
My Chevy's location
They got infrared
And the best technology
But I got two techs
So it's best you don't follow me
And don't expect an apology
Cause if you do
You disrespect my psychology
In other words
You insult my intelligence
Your case against me
Is a stack of irrelevance
That's why I'm kicking back
At my residence
DEA reject
Lack of evidence
My transportation's a 63 Impala
Your observations keep coming up with nada
Sticking me out
Trying to figure me out
What's it
What's it really all about
Dope
Like a pound or a key
Shut the fuck up
And listen to me
That's Southland Villain
Ese Mr. Dee
You little wanna be's
Ain't shit to me
I am the streets
Let my song leak
Stack more chips
In less than a week
Than your label mate
In his whole career
But you're the best
Little homie you swear
Been in this game
Ain't going nowhere
I'm the type of homie
That's respected and feared
Some people love me
Some people hate me
But fuck em
What have they done for me lately
The haters got me twisted
This is partly cause I'm gifted
Lifted off anyone's disses
Bitches listen from a distance
Spitting clips
Loading up the clips
Snitches begging for the business
With precision decisions unlisted
This is business
I rob a fool for his grip
Dip and reload the clip
Shit's about to get aggressive
Once I reach for my hip
It could be 20 deep
10 Heads or solo
Catch you slipping
Or you catch me first
I don't know though
Blazed out and technical
Ghetto intellectual
Homies call me Kryptonite
From L.A. down to Mexico
Eastside rider
Till my enemies retire
Or put me on a shirt
Until my memory expires
No gold wires
In a primer low rider
Creeping four deep
Me, Riot, Casper, Spider
Desires
Way beyond our budget
Now it's time that we connect
Getting paper in public
Written by: Makeba Riddick, Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Hermansen
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