Nationwide Rip Ridaz Lyrics

Verse One:

I cast out cased up Loc locked down I'm a Menace

I gives it up I give a fuck a Loc for life cuz I'm with it

I see fresh dressed like a million bucks

I am the lowest rip rida in the navy blue chucks

Not the low top type cuz they slip and they slide

with the high tops and the gangstaz with the stars on the side

I'm buckin all brands all slobs bitches and tricks

and I'm from Eastside Fushtown Mafia Crip

WATTS UP to my homiez on the 10 and the 5

In the cut on the street gettin paid on the front line

I rob for C side, death to my enemy

Mission to make a Mill and Chill with my Big Gz

Verse Two:

I got a heat for you slob niggaz slippin

set trippin is my favorite pastime Loc cuz I'm crippin

See a slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban

Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him

Ain't no mercey or grace

Put him in his place

Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face

Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride

Another straight hood slippin another straight just died

I ain't lying when I say you see me dumpin

Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride is quick to move some (on that Eastside)

Verse Three:

The AGCs, straight rollin on that Eastside, right

Where gangstaz like to ride

and do a homicide

I catch a slob slippin

I break his fuckin neck

and puttin these busta punk niggaz straight in check

talkin 'bout youz a gangsta

Nigga youz a busta

runnin slobs over

nigga you can't trust a

nigga from the A-V, A-L-O-N-G-E, S-T-A

and I'm a spray when I have ta

Busta, I case you out the hood

because you know the OG ?cellies? straight up to no good

wood, you try to test me and get stray dog

cuz I'll be rollin muthafuckaz like lumber jacks roll logs

Peep the real crippin

back in '69 you young rookies don't know shit

about your melon & big cookie

doing ?dips in green metals?

I'm that little bitty fella runnin around

while my niggaz bustin caps

Hello, recognize nigga when those gangstaz comin through

dressed in blue

and we did it just for you

Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf

and I'll be tossin niggaz like a muthafucking Nerf

and I'm out

Chours:

Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz (4x)

Verse Four: Scarface and G-Bone

Don't panic, this Atlantic move my strap in your mouth

I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin south
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never slippin steady dippin thats the way that we're crippin

buck a slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin

Gangsta Bone jumped out with the gauge point blank then said

Nigga fuck slob, this the AD gang

slob niggaz should have known that the bone is a killer

South Atlantic drop Compton Crip, fuck them slob niggaz

Nationwide rip ride, nigga this the double S

young gangsta goin be your face puttin slobs to rest

Nigga this crip so whats poppin wit that BK

like I said last time every dog has its day

Slobs keep slippin when I'm dippin comin up short

smoke like a muthafucker nine for the New Port

nigga this the AD rollin with the Southside

straight crip face Nationwide nigga rip ride

Verse Five:

Puttin it down ain't a muthafuckin thang to me either Loc

so I can miss the smoke

fuck a slob from Cedar

I'm on Alameda

On my way to Elm with the glock 10 mm

a Hoo-Ride ain't shit to me

187 on the muthafuckin M-O-B

K, K-P-B-G, fuck a slob

AK 47 on the Lolly-Pop Mob, Loc

I'm Kelly Crip with my homiez from the N game

Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane

the 47 still giving it up

and fuck a slob, I'm a muthafuckin Compton Nut

Verse Six: Koollay

I represent that Eastside Rip

Don't even trip

When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip

Fool ain't no stoppin when I'm out there wig shoppin

throwin down slobs from Inglewood to Compton

quick to pop up on deck with a teck

spot a slob and try my best to take off his neck

They should of told you about this Loc-sta

out there bangin, with killaz and sherm smokerz

I'm claimin F till I'm finally put to rest

and till then I'm bringing nothing but total death

Koollay Big G from the FC

Watts Franklin Crip till they burry me

Verse Seven: Big Cixx

The Eastside is where I ride

fool is get that straight FCG till I reach them Golden Gates

Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya

Runnin from C-I-X and I'm a fold ya

so think twice if your movin through my N hood

Niggaz see deep and them swears up to no good

Watts the city of Tombstone

the evil side same fool slippin

is the same fool just died

so remember what goes on in them tombstone

you ain't got your chrome you best stay at home

it ain't no joking around it ain't no suprise

you better recognize

Nationwide Rip Ride

Chorus

Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside