4 Ryders Only (O.G. Club Joint)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (repeat 6x) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah say what Yeah (repeat 6x) Yeah, you are now tuned into the real deal Yeah (repeat 6x) You are now tuned into the real deal Yeah (repeat 6x) [Verse 1: Kokane] It's like gangstas and ryders Players with dreams I put that mega shit down and blow my magazine My nigga '87 told me I was dope Yeah, doper than Run's brim Doper than DMC's golden chain And it be real and it's like that So let's take these motherfuckers way back I said I came in the do' (say what) I said it befo' (that's right) All you bitch ass nigga's face down on the floor Cause if you're fighting me, biting me Steadily on my mind First nigga even flinch I'm gonna shoot em' with my 9, I want Rings and watches, you know what I mean Plus some hostages to make the getaway clean Yeah, put backup on my tales about my 2-11 My name is Kokane and that's 187 We like the dynamic duo in the batmobile Except when we dip through We laced in S-DeVille? And we be sharp like our uncle Eric used to be Limousine tint with the TEC on the seat, yo Giving them playa haters migraines, chest pain It's the original The unforgettable Cause I be mobbin' through the streets Man I be still gettin' high, sippin' V.S.O.P So, no pain no gain, yeah Bakin' soda free And they call me Kokane What's all gold don't glitter, nigga How could you figure That you could stop the flow of Kokane making scrilla' I hang with real motherfuckers I'm Above The Law down I got game like my nigga Charlie Mack from Sintown 4 ryders only [Hook] You've got to give it up 4 ryders only Oh, all over the world It's ryders only You've got to gimmie some love It's ryders only 4 ryders only [Verse 2] Pimp clinic niggas in the park Straight gettin' wicked after dark I got my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run Because I'm feelin like an outlaw Broke my step daddy's jaw Hear 'em say "You want some more?" Living on a see-saw That's how it is out in Cali where we stay Like Toddy Tee, Mix Master Spade and them Rodney-O tapes Man, I heard you's on the run from the feds Yeah Cause it's Kokane not Lemonhead It's Kokane not Lemonhead Cause I was there when Uncle Jam rip the L.A. county federals There when Daryl Gates came with the batterram Yo, them motherfuckers caught me on it What time was that It was six in the morning, uh I'm finna act a fool like King Tee Full of that 8 Ball like Eazy-E Yo, I get loc'd out the dome like my nigga Tone And spit game like my name's Jerome I'm telling baby Now, what's your phone number How can I get in to your panties tonight I said a penny for my thoughts A nickle for my dick A dime if you tell me that you fuck me Yeah, cause we be going for the kill So all the ryders much love Keep it real [Hook] [Verse 3] Now 50 niggas in the room Like the legion of doom Thinking about which territory to consume Because Italian's got a mafia Jew's got a mafia Nigga's got a mafia And they know they can't stop ya, right White people got a mafia but they label as the cops And that Japanese mob make all the Glock I said the world is getting rotten like tooth decay While the Mexican mob got all the Ya I got some work for the Colombian's to be a ghetto star Me and my friend named Escobar How you gone tell me not to slang my coke or weed When I got motherfucking mouths to feed See they don't know it's like a jungle Sometimes It makes me wonder How we go through so much drama And never do go under, yo Because the P.O. he all up at my mama house Stressin her and testing her All about my where-abouts What I got, how I get into, who I'm fucking What kind of gun I got What type of bullets im bustin' I packs a trey 5-7 like Dirty Harry I was taught how to shoot by my great granpappy Yo, I come high like del-dogg? So if ya see me on the show, I'mma floss ya Yeah