Lyrics:
As I was walking in the big black woods
Hey ho, the big black woods
I met the evil devil and he offered me a ride
Hey ho, he offered me a ride
He
shit up off the shelf
cause I wanna ride candy man
just like the others
sometimes I wish I shoulda take the good route
like my brother
These niggas say
shit up off the shelf
Cause I wanna ride candy man
Just like the others
Sometimes I wish I shoulda take the good route
Like my brother
These niggas say
three's
Baby can you lay lowly, you don't have to come around cause you cool lady
I just wanna ride Mercedes, laid back easy blunt chilling, baby
I had
gained, not the type that got a time frame
Never wanted the type of fame where I can't ride the train
But see me spitting, three teeth missing, could make
side, and you stay by my side
When you see me ride, when you see me ride
Just know we gon fly, just know we gon fly
Together all the time, together all
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
approach
I'm on the scene where they fiend for a roach
You might be a shooter but I am the coach
Post by myself I'm still ready to get it
Don't wanna be
Trynna find me in the 3D spaceship?
I ain't trynna be no stand-in, no shit
Wanna ride you like a bicycle, boy
Wanna sting you like a bee, boy
I wanna hear
wanna die
So tell me right now
Are you down to ride
Cuz' evrytime I look back
You're not by my side
I-I-I, I don't wanna die
Sotell me right now
Are you
[DJ Quik] + (Voice Box)
A ha ha you don't understand me goddammit (I don't wanna eat it)
A ha ha ha nah baby I aint wit' it (don't wanna eat it)
I
the night time
Then we go ride
Bro got like three kills tryna get a UAV
I'm on three pills I been buying sleep
It get bloody in my city
Bitches they wasn't
drown
Now I don't hear a sound
Ride around through the town
You don't wanna feel the rounds
Got 'em jumping up and down
You ain't ready, settle down
I
fuck, she know what we do
She in my ear, she tellin' lies, I wanna be with you
I'm a deep person, stayin' up so I can't sleep with you
Scheme at 3 a.m.,
Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh
Running through the check, bro, check 1, check 2, check 3
Nigga wanna check me his ass better check again
Hustle,
we three years deep and ain't much done changed
No more givin' it time cause we losin' it
We've grown used to it but refuse to quit
And all the hope
Cuz you know I, been Seussing up, sleuthing up tryna find
The next rhyme to define my flow
Stress high but I'll thrive fosho
Cheques fly but I'll ride
ride home
Now I'm whippin' hella geeked, can't take a DUI home
Want to meet God? Swing by heaven on the ride home
Bloody glass decorates my neck like
the truth, it mean a lot to me,
I just wanna hear that you proud of me,
Who is really down to ride on my side,
Ain't hopping on the wagon for the high life,
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South Central Madness
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters
on training my mind
Give it to God who gave me assist
East Coast nigga on the deep side
Chevys on Chevys how we ride
Florida boys got big pride
Taking shit over
Whatever that entails don't involve you or me
Corruption by greed
Well we all gotta eat
Come to the wrong hood
You'll get turned into a feast
The world so
it hit the switch
Tryna to flip this shit legit
Go Gabbanas at the zaza I
Fucking my Texas bitch baby mamas, girls
Wives of ball players wanna ride
gotta take 'em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hos
Rare bottles by the barrel
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