fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Johnny blaze the ghost rider, ghost
"Pedro and Man At The Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives cries of satisfaction] Woman: "Listen all you motherfuckers! Callin' alllll freaks! Bull-daggers! Pussy riders
and take hoes and smoke hay Niggas what they call us Triggers is how we boss hog Drugs is what we left with Slugs will bring yo death quick Knucks will
So motherfucker West Up! (repeat 2X) Verse One: WC Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit Strictly for the riders
Cheech:) Huh? Green card? I`m from East LA (Chong:) Alright, then who`s President of the United States (Cheech:) Oh, that`s easy, man That guy that used to be on Death
from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap
secret war inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains
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Born in fire, built in this empire Can't get no higher or stop my desire Dark Riders, we be pullin' all nighters Never see us perspire building this empire
my gat spit Till the palbearers close the casket And that's it, the end of the chapter The beginnin of the next one The resurrection, imperfection, after death
against the massive smoke on Death Row My adversaries bleed but fuck 'em all 'Til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider
who this chrome gonna kill Smiling women face for a home cooked meal Right now I hate my life But love the way I write For real I think I seen my death
chrome gonna kill Smiling women face for a home cooked meal Right now I hate my life But love the way I write For real I think I seen my death Think
Pump it in the club now Yo if you should die tonight, it?s 'cause I said, "Peel his cap" We all rough riders now, how real is that It?s the kiss of death
So many follow but can't reach me, caught in a maze Catch 'em mimickin' my style, tryin' to walk this way Impossible, my posse droppin' you, we Death Row riders
Kim let's go! Slow down bab' bro You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandanna Here take it, in case
heat to make me fucking quit Think I got no corazon little leva what'chu think You some shit eat a dick When I'm flipping and gripping on you riders??? ???
I'm livin' with it Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths