[Intro:]
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What! Rock-a-dollar, Magic city. Por favor believe it. MC, Gemini, Guerilla Black, C'mon.
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[Chorus:]
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All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas. Hey Mr. DJ won't
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you play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'. We say eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out
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baby, ride out. Eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)
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[Verse 1:]
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Abre las puertas muy abiertas let the southwest shine. Hungry like I'm homeless and I can't stop
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my grind. I tell you'll struggle but '06 is mine. Magic City's like kronick, see my blood shine
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eyes. I couldn't stop this even if I tried when I'm at the car show I got them sayin' brown pride.
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Like Roger Troutman, talkbox, so fly dropped the slow jams to make the young girls cry. Not just
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the verse, homie this is my life ever since my first solo back in '95. My home studio brought hits
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everytime that's why I gotta claim NB Ridaz 'til I die.
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[Chorus:]
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All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spendidng dollas. Hey Mr. DJ won't
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you play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'. We say eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out
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baby, ride out. Eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)
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[Verse 2:]
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When I step in the club all men just waitin' to ball. Shinnin' bright like a super star. Shorties
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all around. Yeah it's goin' down. Take a look now and what did I found. I'm starin' eight little
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mama's ven aqui, como te llamas. Yeah, I like how you workin' that ass. they call me gemini and
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you lookin' hella fly, just wanna see if we could chat. If only for a minute I'm tryin' to get to
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know you better. I don't dance but I might two-step with you girl. And how about after this we
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jump in the six and ride out. You know what it is.
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[Chorus:]
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All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas. Hey Mr. DJ won't
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you play that song so we could keep ity crunk 'til the early mornin'. We say eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out
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baby, ride out. Eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out baby ride out.
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[Verse 3:]
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Its Chingo Bling-o stackin' paper like Kinko's. Catch me on mtv yo sabado, domingos. Dale, que te
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resbale. You got the masa, Chingo's got the tamale. I got the jalapeno flow, big chile H-town.
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Your prima wants to join us then baby I'm down. She showed me her panties and did a little
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something. She got that sexy side burns like a chanti. She does the dishes does real big
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breakfasts's, mmh delicious, pastel de tres lecheses. I want a girl like you not a sicia. La
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chapulina no contaron con mi astucia.
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[Chorus:]
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All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas. Hey Mr. DJ won't
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you play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'. We say eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out
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baby, ride out. Eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)
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[Verse 4:]
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I'm with my damas sippin' SA (yeah). Rollin' through LA. Put them beat robs them beat we don't
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play. I'm rappin' 'round up in the low-low the covered with co-co. Yet Guerilla rollin' up Padro.
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Ira, Ira, mami as hot as fajitas. Gone up to go fish a tequila. I just came from the other side of
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the border tryin' to get my ass back up in California (yeah). In the dark caught with them good
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aromas. Yeah it was some of that broner rebollas. I'm like the vatos whenever my pockets are
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sacos, you mess around I'll leave your ass up in a bottle.
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[Chorus:]
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All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas. Hey Mr. DJ won't
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you play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'. We say eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out
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baby, ride out. Eeooh <i>[2x]</i> ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)
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It's your boy Guerilla B-L-A-C-K.
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MAGIC CITY. Clappin' in the building. MAGIC CITY. MAGIC CITY. Comin' real soon. MAGIC CITY
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[laughing]</i> West Coast
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Ride It Out
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