Ride on, ride on Ride out, ride out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's ride on, ride on It's ride out, ride out It's got me walkin' To the dirty south, dirty south
I said, I need a beat, I wanna rock the band So I went and got the king of raisin' hell Put on the deep thinner 250 In a big black truck with the ten inch lift Hopped out to New York, big city of dreams With my cowboy boots gonna do my thing It's a country boy with the king of rock And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop It's Colt and DMC and it's all good He's rippin' house Queens I'm straight up the wood I'm just camouflage wearin', Rayban starin' In my cowboy hat and it's like that I'm gonna fight the power, kill in the flower Any MC that wanna try me and D Y'all better recognize the real ride on, ride out Tell me how you feel
Ride on, ride on Ride out, ride out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's ride on, ride on It's ride out, ride out From New York City To the dirty south, dirty south
I can down from Herman's from over Elle That's where my name is known so well I'm in a black pick-up with a mini coat Y'all all know that I ain't no joke He came from Georgia crossin' the border Heard some of y'all were getting out-of-order Tell the reporters gonna be a slaughter Put away the wife and hide your daughters On points like this it's unstoppable Toppin' these two minutes impossible King DMC is remarkable [?] How he gonna stop it? With his gun. When he pull his gun out There's nowhere to run Like the Gatling gun works from the tongue And every battle we been in we always won
Ride on, ride on Ride out, ride out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's ride on, ride on It's ride out, ride out From New York City To the dirty south, dirty south
Ride on, ride on Ride out, ride out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's ride on, ride on It's ride out, ride out From the east coast To the west in the southTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
