"Ride Out on the Westside" Thu Sep-28-06 08:01 PM by empro
In his eyes lies the future franchise Super size cream and watch stacks rise Best thang smokin from the city of Angels where they don't fly but walk and mean mug Not a thug and don't bust slugs but the only Hope Call it what you want At the end of it all I'll still be D.O.P.E. Lyrics to go at any enemy My inner me views other rap dudes skeptically See, I'm laced with all the right weaponry.... Hood credentials, a generals initials, and street academics Hat low so I don't show the waves Ride out on blacked out blades D stands for determined...fuck schoolhouse grades Alone in my home firing for the Internet verbal chrome Welcome to my humble abode (310) , (213) Hand to hand contact, I'm liable to explode Having momma visting the graveyard during the night shift While you lay there stiff Ready to erode "Calling all cars!" Watch me handle bars and leave you with emotional scars Hey, I'm just talkin to ya I'm straight walkin through ya