Yeah this how we do it on the West coast Harley-Davidson baby! Everything chrome BEITCH Hog ridin
On my hog, I keep it at a hundred plus On the freeway, you don't wanna run with us
Cause we racin, we bettin big stacks
You get left back, ain't no way to catch that so fuck it! You cain't ride like the hog does Think you a rough rider but you ain't hard enough
You ever seen my cousin sideways
burnin rubber on the highways?
Now watch me; I'm 'bout to swang my shit Just like Ike just like my nigga Richie Rich
That's how these West coast G's be
We showin off on HDTV
I know you wish you could be me
cause when I ride my hog the girls get freaky They hear us comin from a mile away We hella clean; we ridin in style today It's all custom down to the wheels and tires You can see the smoke, but you don't see the fire
I never would stop burnin rubber son We tear 'em up and then we build another one
Yeah I got my bitch on the back
But I ride so fast, I split from the pack
You tryin to keep up, but you won't man!
You fuckin with a daredevil stuntman
With my front wheel straight in the air I do this shit for real, I ain't fakin it player
My niggaz ride these bikes; you say you do too? You just might be right, so go ahead and prove it Pop that clutch do some shit Stop squeezin it, makin noise, you stupid bitch! You revvin up yo' engine like you playin with toys
'round here, we'll fuck you up boy!
Hog ridin
Ay whassup Richie Rich? (Gon' pull that Glade out) (and wipe some of that dust off that thang) Like that mayne? (I try to tell these niggaz, heheh) Niggaz be wolfin that bullshit, we don't give a fuck about none of that And if you ain't QB'n my nigga then you must be a running back Yard for yard, pound for pound, so sideways when I'm in The Town Throttle up, hold it down, last real muh'fucker like me around Talkin to the cherry and I'm lettin her know When I'm hittin 88 bitch I'm lettin it go First to the right, then back to the left Move shit to the right and then back to the left Second gear, slidin right Now who wanna fuck with Dub tonight? All my niggaz they down with the club shit And we don't give a fuck what you got in that bike I'm a rider, from The Town Bring the pink slip if you wanna get down No salvage tires, the way I ball You built that bike? Boy you ain't Paul Sr., or Jr., you're just another sucker Your bitch bought you that bike and you think you're the motherfucker Naw! It's pimpin, bitches know my steelo No back rest, no quick releasin, we still gon' do a C-note I tap that leg she tighten up, and watch that E run past it And when we take this exit bitch yeah we gon' drift like nasty Ooooh! I think I'm talking too much These niggaz say my bikes are dogs, just cause I walk it too much It's Rich Rich'n, and now I must get out that ass Get yo' bitch ass off the brake nigga and hit that gas
Hog ridin
Now you see it, that's how you do it! West coast baby, California in the house Harley-Davidson riders HOG RIDIN
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Now you see it, that's how you do it! West coast baby, California in the house Harley-Davidson riders HOG RIDIN
