Richie Rich - Nbhd Nick

Something about the West coast Shhh don't tell nobody Something about the West coast It makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside It's just a whole lot more money involved To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride In and out my zone I roam like mobile phones (right) Rag top 'Vettes Yukons and hundred chromes Silly bitches lie and wait until the day I come home While the phone machine kicks Bitch Rich ain't at home (ha) Six million ways to mob choose one I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes Froze like bitches tuck they toes like hoes These amateur niggas done turned pro Can't ride with the hi pro glow The boss with the sauce Got receipts to show how much it cost I dedicate this to the riders Who like to slip sideways Beware devil's shuttin down the highway Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride How many MC's must get ditched Before somebody say don't fuck with Rich It's evidential the Presedential slap on the wrist Who that new nigga from Oakland With that brand new twist Don't even worry 'bout it Watch yo' neck & chest They don't wanna get Elliott like Mr. Nest Known for flippin' scripts sick duets & mic rips But now I'm off the hook don't trip Hookers throw yo' skirt up Crookers throw yo' turf up Hustlers trust her & some of them put that work up 'Cause if they ridin' they gone ride tonight When they hit it we to the next light Believe it Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride Thou commands me To skyball hands free Sam see I'm havin' some spam hezask me Through yo TV, had "5 On It" with The Luniz You wanna ride with me That's when you call yo' N I G I'd rather be Puttin' the twomp on somethin' thick Big SSL with Nicki Scarf' in the mix Still hittin' licks in the villo with cigarillos Big head C-notes and them light green pillows Tinted windows V dozen on my Benzo The rumble and humble Outdo' versus the indo' That's how it be'z when I smoke for sho' West Coast representin' all O Believe It Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene We gonna put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Shake it Westside Throw ya hands up let's ride To the city of the scene Something about the West coast Something about the West coast Something about the West coast It makes me wanna ride Something about the West coast

Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah Snow fall frozen Neck is frozen Catch me rolling I'm the chosen (one) Snow is falling Elfies calling Check my list twice Most of y'all done Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blizten No I can't forget about the one up front with the red nose When i fly high in my sleigh still stay Ten toes Bring the beat in, bring the trees in Put the lights up, 'tis the season Need no grinch types, no Ebenerzer's Don't believe this? Y'all need Jesus Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season Sleigh bells ringing Diamonds blinging Carol singing Favorite season They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag yeah I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back yeah They said Saint Nick what you got up in that bag I got racks racks in my sack hurting my back Merry Christmas Everybody

MTM, hit 'em with heat Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream Yeah, I'm really what I talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk I'ma head-shooter, knock your top off My Oxys like my shooters, they really slidin' shit I can't see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch Fish scale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch Fifty on the Rollie, that's a bust down I can't keep on floodin' out 'cause I'm too scared to drown I'm a dog, I'm a dog, no Georgetown He like an umpire, finna catch rounds Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me 'case they pressin' This an XD .40, I don't play with Smith & Wessons Long range, broad day, it don't matter, watch me stretch him Yeah, I'm still two and oh, why they try to make me felon? I got love for my gang, ain't no way that I could tell 'em Bitch, it's death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin' Big steppin' in Adidas, yeah, I put the Gucci down Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear 'em in the house She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival