Ride Wit Me - BONE FRESH

[T-Bone]
Who´s this rapper tryin to step to me
Tlakin ´bout you ain´t really got that ministry
Child please wisdom G´s on them knees
Preachin from california to the florida keys
We be slingin the word while they smokin their herb
Dippin´ in 64´s hittin switches on the curbs
And swerve back in place pump that bass
Wit da sanctafied sound produced by that playa chase
Like mase i´m i´m fittin makin you feel so good
When i bump this gospel music in your hood,inglewood
West covina,pasedena, take it to my inte´ in puente
I cant forget about all my peoples in the 415,510,916
Make them chips we stick together like cement and bricks
Now bounce to this playalistic boneybone head

[chorus]
Dip bounce, side to side
Come ride wit a playa from the kila catty westside
Psyco west coast ridin music
For you and all your dawgs to cruise wit

[T-Bone]
Shh, aint no talkin while i´m puttin demons in coffins
Dippin in da catilacs pumpin dawkins and dawkins
Got me rapped up tied up
If you love cali, playa throw the westside G
Now watch me ride like those Hells angels
In them harleys, or them blue cowboys wit them blue wrangler
Swingin their lasso singin wild wild west
Cuz where i am from you need a bullet proof vest
Smoke the what for your stress
Naw dawg hold up wait a minute
It aint no high If the holy ghost aint rolled up in it

I get drunk in the spirit on a day to day basis
Preachin the word, to my partnas catchy cases
Racist click to, piru flamed up in blue
Crips too, God wanna bless you
2, 3, 4, and 5 now close your eyes
And bump this in your ride while you glide and...

[chorus]

[T-Bone]
I just cant stop, makin saucy gospel hip hop
Gonna do this to the day that i drop like tupac
Who do you beleive in
I put my faith in god bless to be breathin
Reachin to the heathin
Buckin them demons
´O´ what a feelin got the crowd screamin
Dancin on the ceilin
So hate if you wanna hate, say what you but
Gospel rap wit out bone is like LA wit out a Dr. Dre
Or sway wit out tech, catchin wreck
In these california streets wit out a ghetto vette
It aint happenin bibles i´m still packin´em
And jackin demons wit dem 44 Magnums

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