Rider" David Hasselhoff Felling good ya'll following achieving my call This is stuff you play when you bouncing to Del Almo Mall This is stuff when you pick up, you
Chorus: RAM Squad] I see nothin but gangsters up in here I see nothin but ballers up in here I see nothin but dough stacks up in here I see nothin but
you gon' ball if you got no hustle How you gon' pimp if you got no game (YEAH!) How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle Your life ain't right
out the bottle, I don't need no glasses I'm from the EastSide, not no glasses! (EASTSIIIIIDE!) I cup to beef, I ain't talkin' 'bout the top E, The WestCoast
I run radio, but I don't use them itty bitty words I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie
you what you want You treat me so unkind, But if I'm good and give you love You throw me down a bone, But if I'm bad you make me sad An' leave my love
condiments. They boytoys? Nah! I aint shake or stressin' Cause I know how to ball like David Beckham, oh! So where'd you get those buns, I'm lookin' for dome hun, I
up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous You dream of trading places I have been changing faces You
next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I
you so damn lame Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? How you gon' pimp if you got no game? How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle?
what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (
you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got
grass Stash the right bitch pull out his kite from this white bitch Talkin' 'bout dear ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you
I. See I been that way since knee high Real dope boyz so you know I trap or Dizzi No lizzi I'm hizzi Like kells I believe I can flizzi And yeaaaahhhh I
they hunt me Whatcha momma taught you HUH?Whatcha momma teach you (HUH?) Don't know why I fought you, don't know why I beat you STAND UP to the systematic
with pizza loaf We have no 'Chillito' Man fuck that! I'm looking at this shit right on your menu I want a chillito Perhaps instead I make for you a fresh
love without you Here beside you is really where it's at what do you say to that [ ac.guitar - dobro ] I promise I'll never leave I'll always want you with me Loving you
, Cyrus I'm inside my lab stabbin' rhymes on black papyrus Your weight couldn't measure a snow flake How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate? I