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Ride till I dieLord knows I stay high, and I love itAnd I love itLet's go!We count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floorFresh outta work, and on the way with some moreAnd I love it (yeah!)And I love itI got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my showYeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo'sAnd I love it (yeah!)And I love itOnce again, it's onI'm back in the muh' fuckin' boothThese niggas still lyingI'm the muh' fuckin' truth (yeah!)I don't believe 'emI need to see some muh' fuckin' proofI ain't want the four doorI copped the muh' fuckin' coupe (haha!)They tryin' be meI'm just tryin' be GAnd everything comes to da light, you'll seeThese niggas in the darkSongtexteBaby, I just shine (shine!)I do it from the heart, homieThey just rhyme (yeah!)Check your watch, nigga, it's my time (hey!)Mind made upI was on my grind (that's right!)So pay attention, yeah; you on my timeIn that case, time waits for no manDo it again; I done that before, man (yeah!)M.O.E., you ain't part of the programOr maybe you niggas ain't listeningOpen your eyesI'm a blessing in disguiseWe count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floorFresh outta work, and on the way with some moreAnd I love it (yeah!)And I love itI got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my showYeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo'sAnd I love it (yeah!)And I love itYeah, I blew up, but they ain't like thatThey switched up on me, and I ain't like thatSold my first brick, yeahI came right backFast forward the tape, nigga, look at me nowAnd I never turn back, so mutha fuck thatNike's on the ground got my head to the skySmoked all dayLord knows I stay highStay on topLord knows I'm gon' tryAnd live for the momentLord knows I'm gon' dieAnd when I get to hellLord knows I'm gon' fryWoke up this morning, so I'm still aliveThirty-six O'sI sold them all for fiveWe count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floorFresh outta work, and on the way with some moreAnd I love it (yeah!)And I love itI got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my showYeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo'sAnd I love it (yeah!)And I love itBeen around the world, it's the same ol' caineBeen around the world, it's the same ol' thangAll the real niggas either dead or in jailAnd if you're looking for me, homie, I'm in the A-T-LYou gotta play it how it goYou can't cheat on life (yeah!)Ya better drink a Red BullYou can't sleep on lifeI ain't tryin' a do youI'm tryin' do meLast album did twoI'm just tryin' do threeFresh out the pot, yeahThe work was hardRide with the top down, so I'm closer to GodMy P.O. telling me I need a nine to fiveBut I already got a job, and that's stayin' aliveWe count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floorFresh outta work, and on the way with some moreAnd I love it (yeah!)And I love itI got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my showYeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo'sAnd I love it (yeah!)And I love itRide till I dieLord knows I stay high, and I love itAnd I love itLet's go! Aus Songtexte Mania