Who Ride Wit Us lyrics

[Intro: Bad Azz]
Ride wit us... ride wit us...

[Hook: Bad Azz & Diamond Icegirl]
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?

[Verse 1: Daz, (Blaqthoven vocoder)]
When the six-tray bounce in the street, scrapin' the bumper
Wit' the sound for the summer that be thumpin' and hummin'
Hoppin' up the 'Shaw on a Sunday, wit a fun day–
Dip, skip trippin', and whippin' down the one-way
Diggy Daz – a busta ain't had enough against
Rough and tough, but it's never too much
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz on that ass
We clash, blast suckers just like a head-on crash
This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
AK, front to the back, 'cause we hard to fade
We enormous, we attackin' it, plus we swarmin'
The Rumble in the Jungle, like Ali and Foreman
We rippin' it up, we be givin' it up
On the daily, homeboy, we be givin' it up
We be cuttin' it up, scufflin' and mufflin' it up
Homeboy Diggy Daz – f*ckin' 'em up!
[Hook: Bad Azz, Diamond Icegirl, & Blaqthoven]
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Livin' it up – shaking, making the hood turn
Boil and burn, two buckets of urine
Dippin', stickin' fools for chicken, scrapin' the curbs
Scrappin' for the domes, straight to the head, Thunderbird
I'm on it, homie, me and my homegirl Diamond
Down with a n*gga damn near before a n*gga was rhymin'
Daz – my closest homeboy
California living – switches, a couple toys
I'm a tyrant, retired a couple jerseys
Went from the sunny state to Jersey, puffin' Hershey
Let off, get off, or get spin off
Spit on, set off, spun off the chest, off the roof
A hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
Gangster Daz and Kurupt let loose
This is it, short chain, dip wit' us
Sip wit' it us, c*ck your heater, spit wit' us!

[Hook: Bad Azz, Diamond Icegirl, & Blaqthoven]
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
[Verse 3: Kurupt, (Daz)]
I'm tired of this (This!), I'm tired of that (That!)
I'm 'bout to bust – fool, where's the strap?
G4 flow for sho', bounce galore
Up and down stairs, beats everywhere I go
Calico excursions, different diversions
Homicidal insurgence, swervin'
See my homie on the corner chippin' the curb and
Any busta get close, enough we servin'

[Verse 4: Daz, (Kurupt)]
Homie, don't get nervous
Beware! That's Kurupt, fool – beware!
Rippin' it up, fool, so you better beware
Of my crew, gray and blue'd up, get chewed up
You and your off-brand crew get bruised up
I'm the one you love to hate, so give me mine
I paid dues in dimes, livin' the life of crime
Switched up, hit 'em up, blast, or get 'em up
(Forty-five, TEC-9s blast to "Hit 'Em Up"!)
Aww yeah

[Hook: Bad Azz, Diamond Icegirl & Blaqthoven]
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us?
[Outro Skit: Kurupt, (Roscoe)]
David! (Sup, cuz?)
Give me one of them OE's, cuz
(Where they at?) In the refrigerator, foo'
(Aight, turn the radio on for me) Aight

{*turning radio channels*}

[Radio station host Julio G:]
A chec'a, chec'a, check'a ha ha, it's Julio G, muhf*ckers, representin' West Side radio to fullest, b-i-icth, huh, let's get into this though...

*pfft* Need to put on WBALLZ, cuz

[Next radio station – Baka Boyz:]
That's right, Baka Boyz up in here! Two turn tables, two Mexicans and a bunch of blunts and b*tches – ho!

You talk to Mommy??
Baka Boyz my n*gga, man
(Put Baka Boyz back on, cuz)
Hold on, lemme find WBALLZ...

[Next radio station – Kevin James:]
Slow Jammin' with Kevin Slow Jammin' James...
Yeah, I love my slow jams...
But I love that gangsta sh*t too... where's my Kurupt CD?

[Next radio station – DMX imitation:]
Ayo! n*ggas is bugged! If I bleed?!? It's blood!
Who I am?!? Is who I be! 'Til I die! That's my word!
'Til I die?! That's who I was!
WHAT!?!
If you see some n*ggas runnin'?? That's my mans and them
Aye, Mama! If you lookin' for the TV??? Goddammit, I smoked the TV!

AH, HELL NAW! Get this bullsh*t off the goddamn radio!
(Haaa! Faggot)
Here we go...!