Wanna Ride - Lyrics - Wc

(WC) *** that *** coming together like sweaty *** cheeks, ***! (Introâ€" Ice Cube) *Keep it gangsta y'all repeated * My *** thug out You getting drugged out These *** getting loc'ed out When we smoke out, cos we chromed out About to bomb out (Verse 1 â€" WC) Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin up the walls Dub-cee! The bandana president, with the gauge on the ghetto Rollin through y'all residents Runnin the scene this is the king of the cars Thugged out baby in my new busta's Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up Ridaz throw ya heaterz up Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone But now I'm back to get my walk on! Swang with the game as I reach out and touch ya Turn the cup up and get ignorant on this motherf**ker “Mayday, mayday!” back in charge *shrilling noise* calling out cars, calling out cars dip, skip through the lane with the ***, ***, ***, jangle hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and ive got my homeboy (Verse 2 â€" MC Ren) Hell yeah, the motherf**king villain 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the +Hello+ Look at these g'z working these fake *** sopranos Here come the Villain with another heater With motherf**king Dub *** in the two-seater On my nuts while I west west y'all Grab that microphone and I test test y'all Villian baritone be like all over y'all Who wanna ball with that Black *** Ren? Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling Dub-cee! Give a f**k if these *** don't love me yeah! (Chorus â€" Ice Cube) I wanna ***, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die We can ball till the wheels fall off And let these motherf**kers know they gotta peel us off (Verse 3 â€" WC) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Upon em again and I'm er running em again, look at it With da-da-da-day, with da-da-da-day Dub rock it; let your flag hang from your back pocket Draw on em, on em, on em can't none of em Eat with me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you? What you could say who? *** why-I-I-I-I-I oughta smack all the spit out of you! Beat the *** out of you! Get at em dumping, stomping Dippin in the 600, saggin in my overalls blunted Finger and thumb it, quick run This gangsta *** Dub-Cee runnin Here son, steady pumping I come through punking Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them highstyles like Kobe So shut up and kneel to these Westside parolees And pass the blunt, cos none of ya'll can hold it (Hook X2) We got the *** (we got the ***) We got the killaz (we got the riches) We got the dealers (we hit the switches) We got every f**king thing you want And we can get it punk *** ***, if we don't (Verse 4 â€" MC Ren) Who that *** that you f**king with? When you want to hear some motherf**king *** *** Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric Waltonville to hit your *** *** ren with it Y'all need to quit it This *** legendary, f**k around with it and yo mama get buried Your first born and that *** you just married! Who give a f**k pop that baby she just carried Hubbin' all black like my f**king skin tone How the f**k you gon talk about the villain, you a clone Bitin every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss? Weak motherf**kers better say us! So +If it Ain't Ruff+, it ain't my *** Might a bit mad at the *** that ate my *** Hate my clique, ***-man cos I won't hit A *** that I ain't f**king wit! (Hook X2) (All) Please Beelive it, please beelive it, please believe it Awww man gimme one mo' sip of that cognac!