Ride Out (O.G.G.G.)

R-ID-E, we O-U T this is so gangsta, OGGG

This is so gangsta, OGGG

(We ride out) R-ID-E, we O-U T

This is so gangsta, OGGG

This is so gangsta, OGGG (We ride out)

This is off of the meters

This is off the chain al cook up the dope

I’ma bring him the ‘caine

We just bring ‘em the flame

And just bring ‘em the pain

Cocked back, ready to aim (OGGG)

Yo, yeah, we rock and we roll

Yeah, we chop up the soul

Rappers need some of the dope

So they cop and they blow

But do I get the dough? You already know

(This is so gangsta, OGGG)

Yeah, we still runnin’ the streets

Don’t fuck with a beast

Always roll with a fleet

Always roll with a piece you act up, yeah

These bullets is hotter than grease

When that Mac release (OGGG)

Yo, you looking for a wife

All my bitches are nymphos

Your CD’s a Frisbee

Throw your shit out the window

But bang your instrumental, yo

It’s a fuckin’ rental

(This is so gangsta, OGGG)

(We ride out) R-ID-E, we O-U T

This is so gangsta, OGGG

This is so gangsta, OGGG

(We ride out) R-ID-E, we O-U T

This is so gangsta, OGGG

This is so gangsta, OGGG

Yo, it’s simple, me and Al is the truth when

We hop in the booth

They say he’s Charlie Manson

Then I’m Rae Carruth

Ain’t shit pretty and cute, nigga

Just give me the loot

Cock it off, spray and shoot

(This is so gangsta, OGGG)

Up in the studio, we gettin’ blown

We don’t pick up the phone

At the sound of the tone

Leave me the fuck alone

(For the fifth degree

Hang up after the tone)

(This is so gangsta, OGGG)

Yes sir, I’m that nigga for life

Fucking bitches and dykes

Copping Bentleys and ice