作词 : Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Ricky Hill 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Ricky Hill Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that probably Tago Uh I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my **** *****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides I promise I'ma ride We tread spin, bullets flyin' Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin' If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide Stevie Wonder ain't see his brothers die, he ain't feel my pain He don't know my mama couldn't pay the light bill and I felt that pain But Mark had died, he wasn't breaking a dollar, but I tried to help him change Interrogatin', I still wouldn't crack if I was on ******* Got this **** from out the projects, ain't no silver spoons The morning after the night we slide only time we watch the news I wanna comment on *****s' picture, but I just keep it cool I know them ***** *****s *******, and they know it too, that's why I'm confused I was stackin', gettin' money when I was in school Went to sellin' packs from jackin', then made rappin' cool Lookin' up to rich *****s, let me rock they jewels Got the game from real steppers, that's why I walk with tools Never let these ******* knock me off my pivot, spin 'em DM her best friend, I'm tryna get up in her, kill it Rapping like an expert but I just be doin' it to blow off in it Two thousand on all my denim, I'm always working, I'm never chillin' Made a killing off a killing, put a million on his head Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds Give a **** 'bout he say, she say, I don't wanna hear about what they said And G5 just said he brought the pints, I'm through with sippin' red I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my **** *****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides I promise I'ma ride We tread spin, bullets flyin' Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin' If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide I come from the bottom like the curb do Got 'em in they feelings, it's so personal Ride with that fire, can't let 'em swerve you Gotta watch your own back, can't let 'em hurt you, haha Shooters on the roof that'll murk you And I, treat 'em like my son, like I birth you When I was runnin' through the street, it was on curfew And all them times I had him down, I could've murked you Before I went and did my time in the feds I was skippin' school that's why I was upset I was trappin' on Sunset on the hill, I couldn't beg Keep that fire by my side, yeah, you know I ain't scared, yeah You know how I play it I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my **** *****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides I promise I'ma ride We tread spin, bullets flyin' Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin' If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide Hit a one way, went to leave school, that's the only way to go We stopped goin' to football practice, we found another way to score See I'm tired of seein' my *****s in dirt, but they ain't from Chicago And Billy died sober shootin' dice, hear what I'm sayin', I'm hollow And my *****s went to snortin' coke, I remember pourin' up in Fanta Asking God why that cat geeked, I don't never get no answers I be wantin' to get my bros out that slammer, but they ain't like Tyson Chandler They play with it, we gon' knock they lights out, watch 'em put down candles, hah I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my **** *****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides I promise I'ma ride, yeah
[00:00.000] 作词 : Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Ricky Hill [00:00.003] 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Ricky Hill [00:00.06]Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that probably Tago [00:11.34]Uh [00:22.56]I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right [00:25.56]Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide [00:28.86]Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my **** [00:31.44]*****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides [00:34.56]I promise I'ma ride [00:36.06]We tread spin, bullets flyin' [00:37.44]Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin' [00:40.37]If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime [00:43.24]I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide [00:46.26]Stevie Wonder ain't see his brothers die, he ain't feel my pain [00:49.15]He don't know my mama couldn't pay the light bill and I felt that pain [00:51.76]But Mark had died, he wasn't breaking a dollar, but I tried to help him change [00:54.71]Interrogatin', I still wouldn't crack if I was on ******* [00:57.64]Got this **** from out the projects, ain't no silver spoons [01:00.83]The morning after the night we slide only time we watch the news [01:03.66]I wanna comment on *****s' picture, but I just keep it cool [01:06.73]I know them ***** *****s *******, and they know it too, that's why I'm confused [01:11.20]I was stackin', gettin' money when I was in school [01:14.13]Went to sellin' packs from jackin', then made rappin' cool [01:17.04]Lookin' up to rich *****s, let me rock they jewels [01:20.11]Got the game from real steppers, that's why I walk with tools [01:23.06]Never let these ******* knock me off my pivot, spin 'em [01:25.84]DM her best friend, I'm tryna get up in her, kill it [01:28.70]Rapping like an expert but I just be doin' it to blow off in it [01:31.88]Two thousand on all my denim, I'm always working, I'm never chillin' [01:34.44]Made a killing off a killing, put a million on his head [01:37.41]Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds [01:40.36]Give a **** 'bout he say, she say, I don't wanna hear about what they said [01:43.20]And G5 just said he brought the pints, I'm through with sippin' red [01:46.25]I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right [01:48.60]Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide [01:51.76]Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my **** [01:54.36]*****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides [01:57.53]I promise I'ma ride [01:58.94]We tread spin, bullets flyin' [02:00.41]Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin' [02:03.34]If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime [02:06.21]I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide [02:09.12]I come from the bottom like the curb do [02:12.76]Got 'em in they feelings, it's so personal [02:15.52]Ride with that fire, can't let 'em swerve you [02:18.52]Gotta watch your own back, can't let 'em hurt you, haha [02:22.13]Shooters on the roof that'll murk you [02:24.33]And I, treat 'em like my son, like I birth you [02:27.26]When I was runnin' through the street, it was on curfew [02:30.25]And all them times I had him down, I could've murked you [02:33.22]Before I went and did my time in the feds [02:35.85]I was skippin' school that's why I was upset [02:38.91]I was trappin' on Sunset on the hill, I couldn't beg [02:41.92]Keep that fire by my side, yeah, you know I ain't scared, yeah [02:45.01]You know how I play it [02:46.31]I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right [02:47.67]Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide [02:51.08]Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my **** [02:53.69]*****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides [02:56.75]I promise I'ma ride [02:58.20]We tread spin, bullets flyin' [02:59.63]Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin' [03:02.56]If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime [03:05.51]I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide [03:08.43]Hit a one way, went to leave school, that's the only way to go [03:10.94]We stopped goin' to football practice, we found another way to score [03:14.00]See I'm tired of seein' my *****s in dirt, but they ain't from Chicago [03:16.94]And Billy died sober shootin' dice, hear what I'm sayin', I'm hollow [03:19.88]And my *****s went to snortin' coke, I remember pourin' up in Fanta [03:23.02]Asking God why that cat geeked, I don't never get no answers [03:25.90]I be wantin' to get my bros out that slammer, but they ain't like Tyson Chandler [03:28.80]They play with it, we gon' knock they lights out, watch 'em put down candles, hah [03:31.74]I'ma ride for my *****s, wrong or right [03:35.24]Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide [03:38.43]Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my **** [03:41.08]*****s pickin' sides and these *****s switchin' sides [03:44.38]I promise I'ma ride, yeah [03:48.41]
