Hog Ridin (Explicit)歌词-Too Short&Richie Rich

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Hog Ridin (Explicit) - Too Short/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 f**k 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 sh*t

Just like Ike just like my ni**a 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 b**ch on the back

But I ride so fast I split from the pack

You tryin to keep up but you won't man

You f**kin with a daredevil stuntman

With my front wheel straight in the air

I do this sh*t 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 sh*t

Stop squeezin it makin noise you stupid b**ch

You revvin up yo' engine like you playin with toys

'Round here we'll f**k you up boy

Hog ridin

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 b******t

We don't give a f**k about none of that

And if you ain't QB'n my ni**a

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'f**ker like me around

Talkin to the cherry and I'm lettin her know

When I'm hittin 88 b**ch I'm lettin it go

First to the right then back to the left

Move sh*t to the right and then back to the left

Second gear slidin right

Now who wanna f**k with Dub tonight

All my niggaz they down with the club sh*t

And we don't give a f**k 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 b**ch bought you that bike and

You think you're the motherf**ker

Naw It's pimpin b**ches 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 b**ch

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 a**

Get yo' b**ch a** off the brake ni**a and hit that gas

Hog ridin

Now you see it that's how you do it

West coast baby California in the house

Harley-Davidson riders HOG RIDIN