Ridin’ High

[Verse 1: A.L.T.]
Yo, it's Sunday, wake up at a quarter to four
And I was still feeling buzzed from the night before
Put on the TV set, but the cable’s out
Damn, only the night before the job is bout
I get dress, put on my baggies and my Raiders cap
Vatos, they be bugging so I got's to strap
Yo, call the posse cause it ain't no joke
He got a 82. Regal on some Dayton spokes
And we be rolling, chop top, gangsta down
Put the Lakeside on the gangsta sound
On the boulevard, being hard
Yo, got that baggy on the 40 so the pisto cold
Bust a left so the juda was behind us
We in our own neighborhood, they won’t find us
Aye, yo the hynas, they be looking cause the ride was fly
And me and my homies, we be riding high

[Hook: Rich Garcia]
I'm riding high, I'm riding on that highway
I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me

[Verse 2: A.L.T.]
Yo, I just got out of work, I had a long one
Tequila was [?] so pass me a strong one
Sitting on the stool, sipping a brew, playing some and acting a fool
At the local par, we call a Double-L
We got 86 cause we was raising hell
So we went to my homeboy's pad
A crazy after hour where the girls were bad
Get down, get down, that's my motto
Slow Pain was pimping a girl, holding a bottle
We met some hynas, man the girls were fine
And Poe, he was freaking on a girl's behind
Now A.L.T., that's me, homes, yesta
Man with a 40, in his hand smoking yeska
The girl, he said that the crew was fly
And me and my homies, yo we be riding high

[Hook: Rich Garcia]
I’m riding high, I’m riding on that highway
I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me

[Verse 3: A.L.T.]
Yo, it’s hot as hell on the LA streets
And I was cruising, listening the old school beats
Yeah, just rolling with the top down
Aye, yo punk, step up or get drop down
Once again it's on, the girls are on
Yo Marvin's on, so let's get it on
So we park in a dark spot
The 40s were cold and the girls were hot
While the weekends come, the weekends go
The girls that we got never said no
So the dog is out, the night is old
The girls went home so the stories told
And me and my homies, we was bugging, laughing
And then we started telling everybody what happened
We told them, damn, man the girls was fly
And me and my homies, yo we be riding high

[Hook: Rich Garcia]
I’m riding high, I'm riding on that highway
I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me
I'm riding high, I'm rolling with my homies
I'm riding high, let me take you on that gangsta ride