[C-Bo]
Nigga this is killa tay and c-bo fuck mini and squeaky
It's the whoo ride out for the rasome
In this war flick I'm mason dancing with my cator
In the rain he torture when you fuck with major paine
We buck brains back together like one of the twins in action
Hopping out with two fo fo bull dog magnums
Nigga what’s happening let’s get this shit cracking
And if they start acting like bitches I start slapping
Cock the hammer back and start blast them

[cilla tay]
We whoo ride finger fucking triggas loving niggas is that real shit
Murder murder kill kill bitch f.b.i. ready back in ninety six
I caught a case start to blast with a mask on my face
Got the taz running in my place take me back to prison walls
I’m a hog I ride till my death so I left awol
Fuck yall haters woofing threats on me
I put it down for the G.G.c.
These niggas know me I’m a ride for the homie bo loc
Put the mash down fresno to sac town
I’m getting my clown on hurting and swerving
Off thex.o. in the lex with a tight hoe
And those thugs say like nitro we phyco
Whoo ride we ride dirty smoking philly blunts
Side on me silly plugs these niggas don’t want
Real funk I put in work with the murder man
Niggas talk shit let's get hit get rip niggas get zipped up
In a body bag call a coroner
When you see me I be strapped with a mac
When I blast we balling with my bee G’z
Fashezzy these niggas got the game fucked up
Disrespect the west coast mafia then your bound to get touched

[C-bo]
They got trapped incarcerated they see that freedom is fame
Now they want to take it I know these prejudgest bastards
Don’t wanna see me make it
I give a fuck about parole bitch I got to shake it
Keep a mini fourteen in the corner by my bed nigga
With a hair trigga quick to blast on them scandalous niggas
As a rider I was born to die in this hopeless life
Stick my mini out the window until it focus it’s site
And fo’s right I die and going to Heaven tonight
If not I fall and parish with a strap in my drawls
And still yelling fuck all ya’ll I thought my mission was to
Drop the top and ball I’m steadily trying to shake parole
And make some paper to fold I told the homie that I need a cake to hold
I know these punk niggas wanna wash me
But I’m a try to stack a million in my closet before they pop me
The whoo ride

[killa tay]
The whoo ride we ride nigga it’s do or die
Ain’t no telling when we coming for the homicide
It’s tay and bo quick to mash for cash
So if these bustas come short we gonna blast they ass foo
Party ninety nine shit I’m about my chips getting rich
Flipping bricks hitting licks with a down ass click
I’m in a murder zone got my burners on creeping ain’t no love
When we beefing tape me plotting while I’m sleeping
If you snooze you lose catch a blast fast I see you little homies
jumping
When I smash fast I’m notorious nigga I got the game sewed up
Blowing up if you from the west throw it up
Show na gangster shit I’m on a bitch
Still working with the funky cell phone with the chip
Dip through the strip and see the same shit
These off brands wanna kick it
But it’s getting dang
Crip and I’m a rider buy me something luxury nigga
You probably will but you still can’t fuck with me nigga
They call me ted capone better known as killa loco
Dodging the po po with a pocket full of dough dough
Bagging out cock at the mo mo
Leaving shit sloppy got niggas trying to copy the mafioso
Fo’ sho dough we blow more than a homo
Like green weed is all I need to keep me keyed
Won’t snort no speed to proceed
Will stand I blaze the chronic take t like sadumb
Getting respected like his mom
I’m the bomb my hate eyes glow when I’m off the hydro
Verbal venom get up all up in him watch him die slow