Guerilla Black - Ride it Out lyrics

[MC Magic (Chingo Bling)] What Roca Dolla Magic City (Por favor, believe it) M, C Gemini Guerilla Black Come on Chorus: Big Gemini All my players, thugs and my ballers All my peeps in the clubs, spendin' dollars Hey Mr. DJ, won't you play that song So we can keep it crunked til the early morn', we sayin' AY YO AY YO Ride it out, baby, ride out AY YO AY YO Ride it out, baby, ride out [Verse 1: MC Magic] Abre a la puertas, muy abiertas, let the Southwest shine Hungry like I'm homeless, and I can't stop my grind A ten year struggle, but '06 is mine Magic City's like my Chronic, see my blood shot eyes I couldn't stop this Even if I tried When I'm at the car show, I got 'em sayin' "Brown Pride" Like Roger Troutman, top box so fly Drop the slow jams to make the young girls cry Not just a verse, homey, this is my life Ever since my first solo Back in '95 My whole studio brought the hits every time That's why I gotta claim, "NB Ridaz til I die" Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Big Gemini] When I step in the club, I'm headin' straight to the bar Shinin' bright like a superstar Shorties all around, yeah, it's goin' down Take a look, now, what did I found I'm sayin' "Hey lil' mama, ven aqui, como te llamas" Yeah, I like how you working that... (Yeah-i-yay-i-yay) They call me Gemini, you lookin' hella fly Just wanna see if we can chat If only for a minute I'm tryin' to get to know you better I don't dance, but I might two-step with ya Girl And how about After this We jump in the six, and ride out, you know what it is Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Chingo Bling] It's Chingo Blingo, stackin' paper like, Kinkos Catch me on MTV or Sabado Domingo Dale Que te resvale You got tamaza, Chingo's got The tamale I got the jalapeno flow Big Chile, H-Town Your prima wants to join us, then baby, I'm down She showed me her panties, and did a little something You got the s**y sideburns like Ashanti She does the dishes, that's real big breas-te-sts Mmm, delicious, pastel y tres leche-ses I want a girl like you Not a susia Like Chapulin o contado con estusia Repeat Chorus [Verse 4: Guerilla Black] I'm with my dollars, stackin' eses/essays Rollin' through, L.A With NB Ridaz, naw, we don't play I'm rappin' 'round, up in that Low-low, the color of Coco, yet Guerilla Rollin' up hydro Ira, ira, mami hot as fajitas Or, about Two, good fish of taquita I just came from the other side of the border Tryin' to get my a** back up in California In the dark, cut with them, the real good aroma Yeah, up for some of that Bomb (???) I'm like the vatos, whenever my pockets'll s**le You mess around, I'll leave your a** up in a bottle Repeat Chorus [Guerilla Black] It's ya boy Guerilla B-L-A-C-K Uh Magic City Compton in the buildin' Magic City Uh, uh Magic City Comin' real soon (Magic City) {*laughing*} West coast