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...!