Nationwide Rip Ridaz

[Intro x3]
Gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no

[Verse 1: Broncoe]
I'm casted out, casted up, Loc, locked down, I'm a menace
I gives it up, I give a fuck, a Loc for life 'cause I'm with it
I C fresh, dressed, like a million bucks
I am the loc'est rip rider in the navy blue Chucks
Not the low top type 'cause they slip and they slide
With the high tops for gangstas with the Stars on the side
I'm buckin' off-brands, all Slobs, bitches and tricks
And I'm from Eastside Fudge Town Mafia Crip
WATTS UP, to my homies on the 10 and the 5
In the cut on the street gettin' paid on the front line
I ride for the C side, death to my enemies
Mission to make a mill and chill with my bigger G's

[Verse 2: Big Freeze]
I got a heat for you Slob niggas slippin'
Set trippin' is my favorite pastime, Loc, 'cause I'm crippin'
See a Slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban
Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him
Ain't no mercy or grace
Put him in his place
Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face
Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride
Another Swayhook slippin', another Sway just died
I ain't lyin' when I say you see me dumpin'
Eastside Nationwide Rip Ridas quick to move some' (On that Eastside!)

[Verse 3: Twin Loc]
The AGC's straight rollin' on that Eastside, right
Where gangstas like to ride and do a homicide
I catch a Slob slippin', I break his fuckin' neck
And puttin' these busta punk niggas straight in check
Talkin 'bout you's a gangsta, nigga you's a busta
Runnin' Slobs over, nigga, you can't trust a
Nigga from the A-V-A-L-O-N-G-E-S-T-A
And I'mma spray when I have to
Busta, I case you out the hood (The hood)
Because you know the OG Cell-E straight up to no good
Would you try to test me and get straight dog
'Cause I'll be rollin' muthafuckas like lumberjacks roll logs
Peep the real crippin'
Back in '69, you young rookies
Don't know shit about Jamil and Big Tookie
Doing dips in Green Meadows
I'm that little bitty fellow
Runnnin' around while my niggas bustin' caps
Hello, recognize, nigga, when the gangstas comin' through
Dressed in blue
And we did it just for you
Not Bangin' on Wax, but bangin' for my turf
And I'll be tossin' niggas like a muthafuckin' NERF
And I'm out

[Chorus]
Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Rida
Gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no

[Verse 4: BG Scarface & G-Bone]
Don't panic, this Atlantic with my strap in your mouth
I empty clips on dat ass, for the muthafuckin' South
Never slippin', steady dippin', that's the way that we're creepin'
Buck a Slob on the corner flamed up caught slippin'
Gangsta Bone jumped out with the gauge point blank range said
Nigga, fuck Slob, this the AD gang
Slob niggas should have known that the Bone is a killer
South Atlantic Drive Compton Crip, fuck them Slob niggas
Nationwide Rip Ride, nigga, this the double S
Young gangsta Bone, B.G. Face puttin' Slobs to rest
Nigga, this is Crip so what's poppin' with that BK
Like I said last time every dog has its day
Slobs keep slippin' when I'm dippin' comin' up short
Smoke like a muthafuckin' 950 Newport
Nigga, this the AD rollin' with the Southside
Straight crip face, Nationwide, nigga, Rip Ride!

[Verse 5: AWOL]
Puttin' it down ain't a muthafuckin thang to me either, Loc
So I can miss to smoke ?Palmer Joke?
Fuck a Slob from Cedar
I'm on Alameda
On my way to Elm with the Glock 10 millimeter
A Hoo-Ride ain't shit to me
187 on a muthafuckin' M-O-B-K
K-P-B-G, fuck a Slob
AK-47 on the Lollypop Mob, Loc
I'm Kelly Crip with my homies from the N gang
Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane
The 47 still givin' it up
And fuck a Slob, I'm a muthafuckin' Compton Nut

[Verse 6: Koollay]
I represent that Eastside Rip, don't even trip
When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip (Watts Franklin Crip!)
Fool, ain't no stoppin' when I'm out there wig shoppin'
Mowin' down Slobs from Inglewood to Compton (Inglewood to Compton!)
Quick to pop up on deck with a TEC
Spot a Slob and try my best to take off his neck (Take off his neck)
They should've told you about this Locsta
Out there bangin', with killers and sherm smokers (Sherm smokers)
I'm claimin' F 'til I'm finally put to rest
And 'til then I'm bringin' nothin' but total death
Koollay Big G from the FC
Watts Franklin Crip 'til they bury me

[Verse 7: Cixx Pac]
The Eastside is where I ride, fool, let's get that straight
FCG 'til I reach them Golden Gates
Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya
Runnin' from C-I-X and I'mma fold ya
So think twice if you're movin' through my N-Hood
Niggas see deep and them Squares up to no good
Watts the city of Tombstone, the evil side
Same fool slippin', the same fool just died
So remember what goes on in them Tombstones
You ain't got your chrome you best stay at home
It ain't no jokin' around, it ain't no surprise
You better recognize, Nationwide Rip Ride

[Chorus]
Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz
Gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no

Carip! Carip! Carip!

Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside