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Ride I ride from side to side, sap sap ride matching now bafolin' now another crazy ass
chick that's on a roll, Sitting on chrome looking for some hoes we bobbing.
And her hits keep bobbing other haters and burned out rocks just stopping.
We see some soca inside thee blazers, know them was some player hit it barely.
And you know I can't be faded lover, Ain't nothing from them jek and moneys do keep
the rules shut.
I know I be an ears and ears until the one and only assasins
And to the hyenas I keep mappin', so ask yourself, who's the motha' bitch up here?
Another word, who's the motha' bitch up for sure?
The sly, the script, no one else counting,
A .K .A. Capone, and I keep it with a bouncin'.
Bouncin', side to side, givin' it up to the day we meet or die,
Don't ask why, cause we ride all day,
Stuck in the lost tracks of California, 98 straight bound.
We spin, side to side, givin' it up to the day we meet or die,
Don't ask why, and I'm sittin' on chrome, what's my motherfuckin' name?
A .K .A. Capone.
Tip top, talkin' to the left, it's about 9 .30,
Hit the 7 -11, got one zig -zags, and a bottle of Bacardi,
Hit the strip promptly, lookin' for a part ten,
Rollin' in my homie's ride, bouncin' up and down,
Straight side to side, do a motion,
And we're coastin' non -stop, pop, drop the top,
And let me run us out to the...
And you know I gots to get up on and win,
With a grin, bring her to the Holiday Inn,
Then again, maybe give her a call to use the gym,
And think again, which one's Dimitri messagin',
For the little virgin searchin',
But I'm workin' to get up in the skirt,
And listen to be learned, if you're scared, go to church.
A .A. Tupac, with all eyes on me,
Bouncin' for the homie, the one and only Capone.
We spin, side to side, givin' it up to the day we meet or die,
Don't ask why, cause we ride all day,
Stuck in the Los Angeles of California, 98 straight bound.
We spin, side to side, givin' it up to the day we meet or die,
Don't ask why, and I'm sittin' up grown,
What's my motherfuckin' name?
Capone!
Capone, Capone, we love you, pimp daddy.
Give a lick anyways, and I'm back up in my candy,
Have me and grab me, but please don't come close,
Cause I'm a tougher fucker than I love to pose,
Ready to, to let, let, let, let's bounce, bounce again,
Cause it ain't over till it's over,
Till I hit the wake -up call,
Then again, once again, I hit that late night strip.
Little dreamers on the side,
So Capone, you'll never skip, yo.
So mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the biggest creep of all?
Don't call me the gangsta that bars all small,
Look bro, like Creepin' Crone, stand tall,
Baby, don't like Mack more,
I'ma drop my drugs, pause,
Hit you with that Rolex one time,
Got my pistol on the south -south side,
Till I die, that's why I'm high,
Pay attention, I be clownin',
I keep out of sync, Capone,
And I keep on makin' bouncin'.
Bouncin', side to side, givin' it up to the day we fuck and die,
Don't ask why, cause we ride all day,
Stuck in the Las Vegas of California, 98 straight bound.
Bouncin', side to side, givin' it up to the day we fuck and die,
Don't ask why, and I'm sittin' on Crone,
What's my motherfuckin' name?
Capone!
Bouncin', side to side, givin' it up to the day we fuck and die,
Don't ask why, cause we ride all day,
Stuck in the Las Vegas of California, 98 straight bound.
Bouncin', side to side, givin' it up to the day we fuck and die,
Don't ask why, and I'm sittin' on Crone,
What's my motherfuckin' name?
Capone!
