Artist: C-Bo
Album: C-Bo's Best Appearances 1991-1999
Song: Riders
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com


[C-Bo]
Uhh this one's for the money
Uhh
We riding raw 1997 surburban's with the chrome kit
Every nigga on trigga ready to dome split
Got a million but still ain't satisfied
Go thangs on every ol' school that we ride
Got keys so many G'z
Bitches on they knees die-ing to get with these
If a bitch ain't about her money main I can't fuck with that
Got to be down to run the streets
Selling that pussy or move some yak
Ask your folks bitch like 40 ounce so serious about my scratch
Living like a straight hustle bee pass the weed man fuck a batch
From vallejo to sac pushing new lac's and 96' acs
We roll strapped minds with our money from the game of crack
Some million dollar macks get attacked for a
Crip sac
From ol' schools seven duce chevys and glass packs
Representing to the fullest the west side of the map
When we roll strap with black rhymers stuffed in the mack
Riders

[Chorus C-Bo]
I was born in heck just to be a rider
With lolo's and fofo's and mo hoes fo' the riders
Keep my pants sagging stay strapped with a magnum riders
Despera-do outlaws through the dirt

I got bitches like the mack out to get my scratch
Pushing new nine seven lac' pushing keys of yak
And ain't a dam thing changed about the dope game
But the bigger sice of money and the price of the caine
Peruvian thirteen fives is how we get it
Crapped out the metro packs serran wrapped and bit it
If it's money then a nigga gots to get it hit it then quit it
But I ain't with it unless it's worth a meal ticket
I'm a savage about my cabbage I gots to have it
Automatic moving through traffic prepare for static
Got a sac that weighs a ton with a mack 11 one
Jackers when they come get done diddy done trick
Muthafuckas can't hang with the Garden block gang
Packing techs quick to wreck brains
I'm insane like the loccest muthafucka untaimed
To kill first like a rider is the rules of the game rider


[Chorus C-Bo]
I was born in heck just to be a rider
With lolo's and fofo's and mo hoes fo' the riders
Keep my pants sagging stay strapped with a magnum riders
Despera-do outlaws through the dirt


Reings and chains stemmed with the rolex name
Riding lexus in texas's where my pits get trained
More paine then I proceed to gang
Like a gumbo pot full of 7-up and caine
Got a four five that'l st-ang I'm major paine inflicting pain
No pain no gain was out for murder when I came uhh
Contain mo niggas than million man march
And hang those niggas blessed with a weak heart
No marks in my gang then bucked and pull triggas
Smash off in riders leaving nothing but dead niggas
I'm real with this that's why they kill to this
Young ballers on alcohol quick to peel your shit
Don't try to act like you hard core knowing that you ain't
The mafia's ready for war bringing the yellow tape
West coast is the spot where I slang my yay
Distributing it nationwide all across the state fo' riders

[Chorus C-Bo]
I was born in heck just to be a rider
With lolo's and fofo's and mo hoes fo' the riders
Keep my pants sagging stay strapped with a magnum riders
Despera-do outlaws through the dirt