Artist: C-Bo feat Rod Dee and Spice 1
Song: Ride 4 Me
Album: C-Bo's Best Appearences 1991-1999
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[Rod Dee]
Yea main it's that playa dee one mo again
Doing this ol shit got that nigga bo loc
And that playa spice one
Putting this whole shit down main
West coast shit bay all the way to the south
Bo go on and clock that shit main

[C-Bo]
See me rolling in my 500
Candy blue on dubs no love unless you thugs
And dump slugs we pull the plug on you trick niggas
Like a bitch your quick to hate up on a rich nigga
But I'm baller now shot caller now
I know you hate to see me rise want me falling down
But I'm balling pounds nigga fuck what you heard
Got the hook on the birds and took flight from the curb
Now push navigator having paper and flip rims
Dump benz'z on you drastic haters
But at the club they show me love
Cuz they know it's straight thug
Corn rows and mean mugs
Stepping outta navigators and gators and chuck tayors
And they turning into haters cuz they bitches wanna fade us
But a fuck them bitches my mission is getting riches
And any of you niggas stepping in my way
Prepare to catch stiches

[Rod Dee chorus: 2x]
Now if you cool with me lay'em down for you
Run from me I'll be around for you
Ride for me I'm a ride for you die
For me playa I'm a die for you

Man you talking about work got it own big keys
Candy painted room at the age of fifthteen
Playas in the game depending on the dee
But I don't give a fuck cuz I'm a muthafucking G
Eyes on them niggas cuz haters will jack
Depending on my nigga ben n G to watch my back
My Mama put me out then she let me back in
Didn't want to see her baby doing time in the pen
I had to stack mail fuck going to jail a
Nigga ain't trying to spend mail on the bail
Front on my piece main I'm true to the game
And niggas in my hood know my muthafucking name
You can pull my pistol on these muthafucking hoes
And I've been packing heat since the year of eighty fo'
Down for my peeps and nigga fuck the rest
And if you got beef get the wait off your chest

[Rod Dee chorus: 2x]
Now if you cool with me lay'em down for you
Run from me I'll be around for you
Ride for me I'm a ride for you die
For me playa I'm a die for you

[Spice 1]
Nigga it's homicide but I'm rolling with the strap on the side
Ready to die for the drama cuz I can't let them slide
It's all action benzo's was my attraction
Baby thug passion stacking chips and steady mashing
On some coleone shit mob styling forever
When it comes to ride or die nobody can do it better
Setting you niggas with pistol living my thug life style
Put niggas in corners hitting them up like Blawwwwwwwwwwwwww
Wanted to hit like a fucked up blunt
Cuz I ain't rolled to tight
Sometimes I'm liable to dump like ashes
And burn your whole block up
Sock up niggas when I was fourteen the yay yo was rock up niggas
Young in the game watch your drug dealers
Soaking it up stilling all my daddy weed smoking it up
Hit the blunt till my lungs bust toking it up
In the garage with the fo finger loaded with slugs

[chorus]
Now if you cool with me lay'em down for you
Run from me I'll be around for you
Ride for me I'm a ride for you die
For me playa I'm a die for you