Lyrical Sound, dealers in the house, come on, take a trip with us, LSD trip
Hey, let me ride with my homies, drunk off the forties, I funk up the oldies
Turn it up loud, because you're in love, homes, inhale some dope, smoke, now blow it out, homes
Windows up, I box in, oh ***, I cops in, back of up, my ego's thrown to shoppin'
You all that's feedin' me, let's continue, kickin' just back, food is where I'm into
So what's the time, for me to come up, like some of my pockets with a gun up
Cuz, mother***ers, I ain't gettin' jacked, the fact is dry, the smile from my gap
Once I change to the flash, goodbye, kiss your ass, quick, I'm so fast, you fall to the blast
And if you don't know, crazy people, you've scored, LSD's in your system, I welcome aboard
The Yes It Ride, yes, the Yes It Ride, the Yes It Ride, come on, let's take a trip on the Yes It Ride
So fool's your bitch, it's jumpin' on it, a Latin chichi, *** who, I'm on the chronic, quick to hit more time
I got the smoke, yeah, Mary Jane the pun, now she's hooked on the joker
Droppin' vibes like Gabban, LSD, got it trained, let's roll on this track, so smoke butt insane
Doin' what we like, in the West Coast, a place where all the drugs play, in and out, not a day
Out in the day of night, creepin' up with the light, comin' down, wanna fight, tell ya, here's the pipe
Riverside, my city, now witness the birth of the Mexican funk, a heritage of the old, pure, local, West Chicano
Let's take a trip to the town I live in, guarantee we'll make you drunk, acid drop in the Inland Empire
***, man, kickin' a spout, I hypnotize, you oughta jump in the Yes It Ride
Yeah, fool's, it's the Yes It Ride, so, come on, let's take a trip on the Yes It Ride
The Yes It Ride
It's time to cruise the boulevard
Lyrical sound dealin', I chill in Riverside, yo, let's control substance, quick to get you high
C&I, Red Rum, mother***ers, pop the creta, drop the trapeza, I'm outside with an 87
Joker will play ya, hoe, and don't pay ya, Chicano flavors, a favor I gave her
So roll like a coaster, all hands up in the air, don't freeze for a cop, yo, nothing compares
It's J&B and the Joker fellas, T in the year 95, hardcore is how it be, groove is as hard goes in the breeze
I'm cool like that, lookin' out to Oswest, the Inland Empire, Riverside to San Bernardino
Two counties related, get invaded like our Primos, a festival seat-bounce, everyone aside
You're about to experience the acid drip down, Yes It Ride
Come on, it's the Yes It Ride, so, come on, let's take a trip on the Yes It Ride
The Yes It Ride
The Yes It Ride