Who Ride Wit Us

[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 – fuckin' '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 nigga damn near before a nigga 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, cock 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, muhfuckers, 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 bitches – ho! You talk to Mommy?? Baka Boyz my nigga, 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 shit too... where's my Kurupt CD? [Next radio station – DMX imitation:] Ayo! Niggas 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 niggas 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 bullshit off the goddamn radio! (Haaa! Faggot) Here we go...!