Who wanna ride?!
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Who wanna ride?!
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Who wanna ride?!
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It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside
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Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde
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Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go
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Pull a 2-11 on the neighborhood sto'
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Mash on the gas, then I hit the pavement
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Jumped out the bucket, headed straight in
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Told the fuckin' clerk, put the money on the table
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I'm a lunatic and my mind is unstable
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He stuttered like a bitch
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Tryin' to stop the hit
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Shakin' like a twig
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So you know I dumped the clip!
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16 shots left his body on the flo'
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Break the register, took the money, and I broke
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Out the fuckin' back do' straight to the bucket
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Put the money in, start the ride, and I punch it
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Been from the hood, straight shots in the daylight
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A normal Saturday for Blaze on the Eastside
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Every Saturday afternoon!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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Every Saturday afternoon!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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Headed on back the crib to count my dough
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Got 200 dollars and I'm lookin' for mo'
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Cuz I'm greedy and I'm back on the streets
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Rollin' thru the hood, to another store I creep
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Now I'm on my feet cuz the cops is on my tail
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They wanna see me go to jail with no bail
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But they can't cuz I'm rockin' a hoodie
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A .45 cal. in my waist, so don't push me
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Same Saturday, still hittin' licks for cash
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Walked into Carlins, demanded all his stash
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The sucka talked shit, but filled the bag up
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Guess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him
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Blaze, and he came out from the back room
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Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom
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I put two slugs in they muthafuckin' chest
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Saturday afternoon, I laid them hoes to rest
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Every Saturday afternoon!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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Every Saturday afternoon!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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Walk out the Carlin's, headed 'cross Grashiot
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Cops rollin' by, my hoodie up, I'm mashin'
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Went to count my cash, got 5 C-notes
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Need 5 mo' for some weed to smoke
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So I know I gotta rob a suburb store
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In the suburbs they keep real cash in they drawer
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Not like the ghetto just nickel and dime shit
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Tired of walkin' so I car jacked a bitch
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At the stoplight, I jumped in, told her get out
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Call the cops, I know where you live, I'll put your lights out
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Now I'm mashin' down the block
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To the liquor spot
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Found a purse, went thru it in the parkin' lot
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Whaddya know, the bitch had $600 dollars
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The sun's still out so you know I'm gonna follow
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Through with the plan, robbib' suckas for they cheddar
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On Saturday, still a G, down to the letter
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Every Saturday afternoon!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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Every Saturday afternoon!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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Every Saturday afternoon!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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Every Saturday afternoon!
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(Who wanna ride?!)
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I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
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"4...3..3...2....2....2...1....1......."
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Who wanna ride?!
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Who wanna ride?!
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Who wanna ride?!
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Who wanna ride?!
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Saturday Afternoon
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |