Hog Ridin' (Feat. Richie Rich)

Hog ridin

Yeah this how we do it on the west coast

Harley-davidson baby! Everything chrome beitch

Hog ridin

On my hog, I keep it at a hundred plus

On the freeway, you don't wanna run with us

Cause we racin, we bettin big stacks

You get left back, ain't no way to catch that

So fuck it! You cain't ride like the hog does

Think you a rough rider but you ain't hard enough

You ever seen my cousin sideways

Burnin rubber on the highways?

Now watch me; I'm 'bout to swang my shit

Just like ike - just like my nigga richie rich

That's how these west coast g's be

We showin off on hdtv

I know you wish you could be me

Cause when I ride my hog the girls get freaky

They hear us comin from a mile away

We hella clean; we ridin in style today

It's all custom - down to the wheels and tires

You can see the smoke, but you don't see the fire

I never would stop burnin rubber son

We tear 'em up - and then we build another one

Yeah I got my bitch on the back

But I ride so fast, I split from the pack

You tryin to keep up, but you won't man!

You fuckin with a daredevil stuntman

With my front wheel straight in the air

I do this shit for real, I ain't fakin it player

My niggaz ride these bikes; you say you do too?

You just might be right, so go ahead and prove it

Pop that clutch - do some shit

Stop squeezin it, makin noise, you stupid bitch!

You revvin up yo' engine like you playin with toys

'Round here, we'll fuck you up boy!

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Ay whassup richie rich?

(Gon' pull that glade out)

(And wipe some of that dust off that thang)

Like that mayne? (I try to tell these niggaz, heheh)

Niggaz be wolfin that bullshit, we don't give a fuck about none of that

And if you ain't qb'n my nigga then you must be a running back

Yard for yard, pound for pound, so sideways when I'm in the town

Throttle up, hold it down, last real muh'fucker like me around

Talkin to the cherry and I'm lettin her know

When I'm hittin 88 bitch I'm lettin it go

First to the right, then back to the left

Move shit to the right and then back to the left

Second gear, slidin right

Now who wanna fuck with dub tonight?

All my niggaz they down with the club shit

And we don't give a fuck what you got in that bike

I'm a rider, from the town

Bring the pink slip if you wanna get down

No salvage tires, the way I ball

You built that bike? Boy you ain't paul

Sr., or jr., you're just another sucker

Your bitch bought you that bike and you think you're the motherfucker

Naw! It's pimpin, bitches know my steelo

No back rest, no quick releasin, we still gon' do a c-note

I tap that leg she tighten up, and watch that e run past it

And when we take this exit bitch yeah we gon' drift like nasty

Ooooh! I think I'm talking too much

These niggaz say my bikes are dogs, just cause I walk it too much

It's rich rich'n, and now I must get out that ass

Get yo' bitch ass off the brake nigga and hit that gas

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Now you see it, that's how you do it!

West coast baby, california in the house

Harley-davidson riders {hog ridin}