Let's take a ride!
Yeah!
213, USC, Dorsey High right down the street
Grew up on the west side, OG's in the low low
Drawing pictures of the gangsters, Chucks, Cacuses, White Teens, Red Rags
45, 15, August, you Jungle Stones
Stutterbanging, I was writing songs
70's baby, I'm classic
Parents with the Afro pic
Crenshaw District
I pray for the city I come from
Red and blue, put down your guns
Got love for the hood like Nipsey
Don't preach to Yeshua, come get me
Bride for the king like a Bentley
Spirit give me energy
Ruach is living in me
You feel me, never on E
19, young and restless
Paid a G, bought my cutlass
Found my dad, had to work hard
Green and gray with the white walls
I was cruising downhill
Trying to do my own will
If it wasn't for your grace
Showing me the way
Wouldn't be alive, see another day
I remember when I got into an accident
Spent my life, no accident
Providence, heaven sent
I got the evidence, nothing without you
This for the homies in the Regals
Cadillacs and Monte Carlos
Had a homie named Carlos
Hit the bass, I'm cruising down the shore
Ride slow
Ride slow
Ride slow
We just
Drive slow
We dip and we
Ride slow
We dip and we
Drive slow
Don't you know I be ridin'
Don't you know I be ridin'
Don't you know I be ridin', ridin'
Comin' over, let's ride
Take a ride with me
Take a ride
Take a ride with me
Let's ride
Switch it up, Chevrolet
I was lost but I know the way
Back in this joint like a bird of prey
In the name of Yeshua, Yahuwah we pray
Life is a gift you don't get every day
Married to him, I don't need a bouquet
So what if you don't like my Instagram?
I just wanna be like the Son of Man
Slow you roll, traffic jam
Tent freeway on the LA camp
Born in the city of angels
Nobody here wear halos
From the struggle, made to hustle
Tryna find true L-I-F-E
Holy Spirit never left me
Brought me through the Red Sea
Why would I turn right back around
And go back to EGYPT?
I was called out, young man
Rapping on the block at the age of ten
I was hanging out, pat and pin
Macking to the girls with the cocoa skin
Had a crush on a girl named Sherilyn
Hit the books and I'm back again
After school, another fight again
Started throwing up B's and C's
Rolling on D's, smoking trees
I was busy making my A's and B's
This for the homies in the Regos
Cadillacs and Monte Carlos
Had a homie named Carlos
Hit the bass, I'm cruising down the shore
Ride slow
We just
Drive slow
We dip and we
Ride slow
We dip and we
Drive slow
Don't you know I be ridin'
Don't you know I be ridin'
Don't you know I be ridin'
Come along and let's ride
Take a ride with me
Take a ride
Take a ride with me
Let's ride
Don't you know I be ridin'
Don't you know I be ridin'
Don't you know I be ridin'
Come along and let's ride
Don't you know I be ridin'