Mr. Criminal - We Ride lyrics

[Chorus] When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin with All day, all night, that's right When we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin with We ride, we ride, we ride [Bizzy] You know, see me and the homie Tellin you jump on up in the ride A bottle of wine, you lettin my prophesize And I'm, feelin your vibe I'm feelin to try to stop in Cleveland With Bone Thugs, that's my family The reason for the season, and don't leave em Cause that's my family [Mr. Criminal] In the H-be-G is my family We about to blow up, you just wait and see Patiently, I been waitin, G Hop in the lowrider, come escape with me In 63 Cleve Chevrolet Cla**ic Rollin down the boulevard, flossin in the ma**es Eyes bloodshot, so I'm rollin with my gla**es From the West Coast where we turn it into ashes [Bizzy] Everybody on the west side, my papito Mamacita in the barrio Tequila, my amigo Never disrespect you You know I respect you, that's for sure In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit Praise the Lord Now let us ride.. [Chorus] When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin with All day, all night, that's right When we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin with We ride, we ride, we ride [Mr. Criminal] Since we come and we gone Checkin hits from the Bone Hit to stick to your zone You better leave it alone Doin shows just to stay, and I'm finally back home Hooked up with the homeboy Bizzy from Bone And we finally clicked up and we doin them things Bone Thug, Hi Power, stay true to the game Givin one another uncut heat in the bay Bizzy Bone, Mr. Criminal spittin the flame Stay smokin the J, and I'm feelin the vibe Turn it up when you downtown, rollin your ride Windows up, hot box and I'm feelin the vibe Pa** it to the homie Bizzy, watch him rip it with time [Bizzy] Little Bizzy the kid, you better know what it is I get ahold of your kids, you better put in your bids You better put in your dibs, and now we're lookin at the criminal kids I gotta feelin that they're willin Sinnin is dangerous, and dangerous Better get with the program, and slow jam Feelin that sh**, feelin that sh** Pullin that wheel, feelin that sh** Come from another perspective Recelective with a past, we missed it My family, I'm left out, aw ma, damn me But I got God Tellin em better get em but I'm comin tryin to get em got a feelin when a mother on a mission better listen That's the way And that's the way we play And it all go grab your four-four Better go k** em, criminal get em One big fam, bam My man, you know that you got to feel em [Chorus] When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin with All day, all night, that's right When we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin with We ride, we ride, we ride [Bizzy] Put them hands in the air like this, like this And put your finger in the air like that, like that Yeah... everybody on the West Side Everybody on the West Side Put your finger in the air and wave it like you don't care And wave it like you don't care Put your finger in the air and wave it like you don't care The homie Bizzy Bone And the homie Mr. Criminal When we ride