Smokin & Ridin Lyrics by Ja Rule

Smokin & Ridin

F/ 0-1, jodie mack

[ja rule]
Gangsta.. you know
Huh, gangsta, cmon, hehe
Uhh.. got my nigga vin diesel in the house, yknow
Number one movie in the country and all that
Haha! yo..

[chorus: ja rule]
Nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin [yo!]
Come on get high with us [nigga!]
Come on and ride with us [bitches!]
Cause, were.. nuttin but some gangsters [yo!] smokin and ridin [yo!]
Come on get high with us [cmon niggaz!]
Come on and ride with us [yo!]

[ja rule]
Hey baby; cmon and hop in my fo-three-oh, s-e
And lets see, how quick you fall victim to this g
Im a gangsta bitch, a mack like goldie
But I never let the strength of this money control money
Niggaz is somethin like pimps, the rule is an o.g.
I make three gs a day, thirty-three a week
And my hoes hardly speak - they smoke while they ride
Just, blowin the driver, when Im one car behind ya
[nuttin but some gangsters] on daytons and lowriders
And three-wheel motion, bumpin tha eastsidaz
I love cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day
Where the green is wetter, and the head is even better
[so get high tonight.. and if you rollin like Im rollin
You ridin right.. and if she fuckin with them gangstas
Aint nuttin nice.. and if you knowin what Im knowin
Then live your life.. cause, were..]

[chorus]

[cause, were..]

[0-1]
[nuttin but some gangsters..] ridin by in them big trucks
Chrome wheels spinnin and killin niggaz with big bucks
See baby I came up, from bein a thug
From a nigga sellin them drugs on the corner throwin up slugs
[show me love!] all of yall biches wanna ride with us
[mask and gloves!] up when its time to fuck bitches
[wanna be loved!] all you get is hard dick off the drugs
[pass the bud!] yo bitch I aint seen none of that dub
But give me that remi, a half a bottle already in me
I cop a ounce, from one stizzy, and smoke til Im dizzy
Who ridin with me? both of yall bitches slide right in
Just me, you, and your friend - Ill be fuckin yall til the mornin
Cmon, I love bitches with thongs on, that love to get it on
With gangsters, leavin they pussies warm
til like four in the mornin, baby girl, Im gone
Hop in the 6, devour your lawn bitch, cause were

[chorus]

[cause, were..]

[jodie mack]
[nuttin but some gangsters..] holla!
And if you, bout the dollars then pop your collars
Cause we aint nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and ridin
Who put it down for real, got this dough multiplyin
Straight, livin it up and fuckin with thugs
That push trucks thats sittin on dubs, not givin a fuck
Yall niggaz know me, chris black slash the o.g.
So please believe Im gangsta I control these streets

[ja rule]
Yo, nobody leaves nobody breathes until I enter the party
And ease up in a 550 medina ferrari
Pull in handicapped parkin, hop out with the lock in
And wink at the hoes while I walk in
Whos ridin and smokin tonight with players
And I aint talkin bout them niggaz with them marvin gators
Im talkin bout them niggaz all up in fronts and gauges
And runnin up in spots and blazin, we call them gangsters, yo!

[chorus]

[outro: ja rule]
Cause, were.. nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin
Come on get high with us
Come on and ride with us
Cause, were.. nuttin but some gangsters.. smokin and ridin
Come on get high with us
Come on and ride with us
Cause, were.. nuttin but some gangsters