niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches It'll be thug life again, so ride with me So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas Snitches and bitches, yo
you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick Yo, check it now, yo, yo
games See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again I ain't gone let yo partners from yo
Tre, Tre (And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug) Ken Dawg, and Souljah Boy, Souljah Boy (And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug) And we are With Tre Mo
Thug) So you betta change yo location (move out, move out) Tombstone Mo Thugs, be tha love, slug foe tha perfect pitch and chronic bud, it save yo strug
, what up nigga? What the hell is goin' on? I'm tryin' to ease back and get my head in the zone Where the fuck you tryin' to go? Nigga this yo' city
gangsta I know the game bro and I could be a fuckin' murderer The hot shells melt yo ass G and the Tales From the Crypt Grabs yo ass like the movie
or yo bwoaditch Apologize when I pass by bootin' my grill 3rd World I represent it Blood City fo' real Forget yo' know me when I pistol whip you and yo
beef I rip both sides of tha street I got niggas like Big Woe who would ride wit me (ride wit me) Tre, Duck and Waldo would ride wit me (ride wit me)
that boy with that bird and you know we just hooked up on some syrup now you know we gone, goin real strong I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long drop
what straight 4 And we rollin (Verse 2: Big M.O.E.) Down south, We rolling nation wide Popped up mo-yo foregin ride Put it down for that boy Po-yo On
And we get down, off to my castle we drown In each others love we puddle, huddle, break, fourth down, and inches We all some players don't ride no benches
do whateva, yours cain't [J.V.] That's right (that's right) that's us Trina, JV, Trina, Tre+ Hit the club, slide through on dubs Back to back ride through
, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Low pro so low like I'm riding
even a durango I MC for life, that's right, I do my thing, yo Bang bang yo, back 'em on the chain gang Yo, I wanna spit it for my people so I can let
ll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga pull a stunt I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding
cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt [Verse II - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Low pro so low look like I'm riding
some more of them keys It's 19 9-tre so let me just play It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic I'm back with Dr. Dre But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a