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[Chorus]When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin withAll day, all night, that's rightWhen we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin withWe ride, we ride, we ride[Bizzy]You know, see me and the homieTellin you jump on up in the rideA bottle of wine, you lettin my prophesizeAnd I'm, feelin your vibeI'm feelin to try to stop in ClevelandWith Bone Thugs, that's my familyThe reason for the season, and don't leave emCause that's my family[Mr. Criminal]In the H-be-G is my familyWe about to blow up, you just wait and seePatiently, I been waitin, GHop in the lowrider, come escape with meIn 63 Cleve Chevrolet ClassicRollin down the boulevard, flossin in the massesEyes bloodshot, so I'm rollin with my glassesFrom the West Coast where we turn it into ashesSongtexte[Bizzy]Everybody on the west side, my papitoMamacita in the barrioTequila, my amigoNever disrespect youYou know I respect you, that's for sureIn the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy SpiritPraise the LordNow let us ride..[Chorus]When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin withAll day, all night, that's rightWhen we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin withWe ride, we ride, we ride[Mr. Criminal]Since we come and we goneCheckin hits from the BoneHit to stick to your zoneYou better leave it aloneDoin shows just to stay, and I'm finally back homeHooked up with the homeboy Bizzy from BoneAnd we finally clicked up and we doin them thingsBone Thug, Hi Power, stay true to the gameGivin one another uncut heat in the bayBizzy Bone, Mr. Criminal spittin the flameStay smokin the J, and I'm feelin the vibeTurn it up when you downtown, rollin your rideWindows up, hot box and I'm feelin the vibePass it to the homie Bizzy, watch him rip it with time[Bizzy]Little Bizzy the kid, you better know what it isI get ahold of your kids, you better put in your bidsYou better put in your dibs, and now we're lookin at the criminal kidsI gotta feelin that they're willinSinnin is dangerous, and dangerousBetter get with the program, and slow jamFeelin that shit, feelin that shitPullin that wheel, feelin that shitCome from another perspectiveRecelective with a past, we missed itMy family, I'm left out, aw ma, damn meBut I got GodTellin em better get em but I'm comin tryin to get em got a feelin when a mother on a mission better listenThat's the wayAnd that's the way we playAnd it all go grab your four-fourBetter go kill em, criminal get emOne big fam, bamMy man, you know that you got to feel em[Chorus]When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin withAll day, all night, that's rightWhen we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin withWe ride, we ride, we ride[Bizzy]Put them hands in the air like this, like thisAnd put your finger in the air like that, like thatYeah... everybody on the West SideEverybody on the West SidePut your finger in the air and wave it like you don't careAnd wave it like you don't carePut your finger in the air and wave it like you don't careThe homie Bizzy BoneAnd the homie Mr. CriminalWhen we ride Aus Songtexte Mania