Ridin’ High
Title | Ridin’ High |
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Artist | A.L.T. |
Album | Stone Cold World |
Release Date | 1993-09-09 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: A.L.T.] Yo, it's Sunday, wake up at a quarter to four And I was still feeling buzzed from the night before Put on the TV set, but the cable’s out Damn, only the night before the job is bout I get dress, put on my baggies and my Raiders cap Vatos, they be bugging so I got's to strap Yo, call the posse cause it ain't no joke He got a 82. Regal on some Dayton spokes And we be rolling, chop top, gangsta down Put the Lakeside on the gangsta sound On the boulevard, being hard Yo, got that baggy on the 40 so the pisto cold Bust a left so the juda was behind us We in our own neighborhood, they won’t find us Aye, yo the hynas, they be looking cause the ride was fly And me and my homies, we be riding high [Hook: Rich Garcia] I'm riding high, I'm riding on that highway I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me [Verse 2: A.L.T.] Yo, I just got out of work, I had a long one Tequila was [?] so pass me a strong one Sitting on the stool, sipping a brew, playing some and acting a fool At the local par, we call a Double-L We got 86 cause we was raising hell So we went to my homeboy's pad A crazy after hour where the girls were bad Get down, get down, that's my motto Slow Pain was pimping a girl, holding a bottle We met some hynas, man the girls were fine And Poe, he was freaking on a girl's behind Now A.L.T., that's me, homes, yesta Man with a 40, in his hand smoking yeska The girl, he said that the crew was fly And me and my homies, yo we be riding high [Hook: Rich Garcia] I’m riding high, I’m riding on that highway I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me [Verse 3: A.L.T.] Yo, it’s hot as hell on the LA streets And I was cruising, listening the old school beats Yeah, just rolling with the top down Aye, yo punk, step up or get drop down Once again it's on, the girls are on Yo Marvin's on, so let's get it on So we park in a dark spot The 40s were cold and the girls were hot While the weekends come, the weekends go The girls that we got never said no So the dog is out, the night is old The girls went home so the stories told And me and my homies, we was bugging, laughing And then we started telling everybody what happened We told them, damn, man the girls was fly And me and my homies, yo we be riding high You might also like[Hook: Rich Garcia] I’m riding high, I'm riding on that highway I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me I'm riding high, I'm rolling with my homies I'm riding high, let me take you on that gangsta ride |