your hands where I can fucking see 'em too I heard about you in the paper I know you got the toaster strudel In the trash bar or red box Or whatever
in side ya, baby can we holla Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting My name is Dub what's crackalatin Certified rider, all
momma thick then I gotta hit it The Trojan gotta be a Magnum to me to fit it If it was sherm on a stick then I'd probly lit it The red beem was on your
[Verse 1] She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex Whatever Lola wants, Lola
nigga. (Lil Keke) You know what? i came in this game, i woke up one mornin i was thinkin bout the grain. Jumped in the drop, seats red butter. Turned
Excuse me, let me get by ya You only in the floor if you a true rider Got no time for no fucking dick riders You only on the floor if you a true rider
all good My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad That's bad, flags red
and navigator travelin' then begin Sharpenin' his arrows on Plymouth Rock Commander-in-chief who raise cattle on the sellin' of livestock King of the frontier, rider
horror Warriors stormy nights on leathery wings Sexy sirens in dreams of king Stephen killer mike Mad stalking midnight [Chorus: repeat 2X] Westside riders
I came in the game with a bang And I did it all with no cosigner I be bragging like I'm the best Like Professor X is my ghost rider Read your mind slumdog
the gat and holla back, Kim c'mon Pressure down below, fire in de hole Lose control, got nowhere to go We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to
Ollie ollie, oxen free Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh Pitch the ball, I'ma
For he saw his Rider coming hard and he heard his joyful cry Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh Ghost Riders in the sky Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh Ghost Riders
, you, biatch I could show you some ice Throw you a bite You not that good dog, who told you you're nice Your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey, Cam Dick riders
Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn D Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades Having the big chains, the diamonds
prison Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an' But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider
ring, beat respect out them Bloody heads, turn Timbalands to red bottoms 50 bottles just a start now that's how you do it Carbon fiber through the Spyder playin' rider
my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga I represent that 3 nigga, so fuck what you claim New orleans is the place where I slang my caine Red rum, red