Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ridin, cruisin, hoes I'm choosin If you mess with the cash then your ass gets bruises Make no conclusions, the flow don't end I treat a bitch like a pool, and I jump on in Grip her hair from the back, as I'm puttin it in A nigga trying to make a living off a pad and a pen Im in it to win, till the story is thin All I got is my brothers, I gives a fuck about friends They all turned in once they see them in, or once they see that brand new Benz Off my roof with my niggas gettin high as fuck Its the raider klan bitch and he fuckin shit up Call a nigga master shredder Im rippin it up Fuck a nip and a tuck I need a suck and a fuck Im looking for a bitch with a nice round butt And a nigga won't quit tell till I'm livin it up [Hook] Ridin cruisin hoes im choosin Leave your ass in the grass its that west coast groove shit Ridin cruisin hoes im choosin Leave your ass in the grass its that west coast groove shit Ridin cruisin hoes im choosin Leave your ass in the grass its that west coast groove shit Ridin cruisin hoes im choosin Leave your ass in the grass its that west coast groove shit