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(Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on) Shoulda made the noose a little tighter Cause it ain't nobody dead, yeah We who are about to bang them drums (Bang) Beatin' on a dead body ridin' shotgun Talkin' that shit, bitch bite your tongue See that ship over your city, better run, run Your war is like a board game where it come from Already bored, claiming your gang "Pyong!" go the gun, boy he on some other shit Check your solar system bitch Don't let a motherfucker catch you sleepin' at the wrong sun (Wrong sun) Son the haters, send 'em into orbit Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it's they purpose Turned and asked your partner why he started acting nervous (Brrat!) Keep talking, that's lip service Rats decided it was time to hit the surface Cats sleepin' on it, write 'em off like cursive SongtexteDrown a fuckin' hater, his experience immersive Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it Shoulda made the noose a little tighter Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!) Air 'em out (Wanna see) Air 'em out (No) Shoulda made the noose a little tighter Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders Try to play it killer soft like silk (Salt) Old frail gas gotta play for the milk Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party Where they got up in they o's like some fuckin' Oankali Whips and chains, [?] game like it was in bulk Back when a mack could slang With his partners tryna make his fuckin' name in the traps All the way from [?] to the Kefahuchi tract Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back If somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back back Back back, back back, stack racks, invisible Five deep, strap hangin' out a black dirigible Playin' shit is critical, masses massive Masked mass murderer, mastiff Barking at the moon that done been walked on, hit the kill switch Your ass done movin' backwards when they choke you with that real trick Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it Shoulda made the noose a little tighter Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!) Air 'em out (Wanna see) Air 'em out (No) Shoulda made the noose a little tighter Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders Come up off your smooth talk, playa this raspy You stuck on Morse code, playa this ASCII Your birthright make you scared to get nasty The keyword is Kemmer, that's what your ass need Anybody buggin' get it in the mandible, shit Got a problem, better hit 'em on they ansible Ain't nobody flyin' just because they fly here You could trip sets, real playas trip lightyears Tightrope time, twinkle toes and what? Is you ridin' or not? Everybody's hands up Who they want? (Who they want?) Game over (Game over) Ol' leech callin' anyone who ain't sober Old leakin' ass man in the corner Talkin' that shit to the sky is a warnin' You might wanna pay attention what he sayin' Cause the Ekumen ain't everything and these killas ain't playin', ho! Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it Shoulda made the noose a little tighter Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!) Air 'em out (Wanna see) Air 'em out (No) Shoulda made the noose a little tighter Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on) Aus Songtexte Mania