hog ridin’ lyrics – too $hort

hog ridin’
(feat. richie rich)

hog ridin [4x]
yeah this how we do it on the west coast
harley-davidson baby! everything chrome beitch
hog ridin

[too $hort]
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 f*ck 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 sw*ng my sh*t
just like ike – just like my n*gg* 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 h*lla 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 b*tch on the back
but i ride so fast, i split from the pack
you tryin to keep up, but you won’t man!
you f*ckin with a daredevil stuntman
with my front wheel straight in the air
i do this sh*t for real, i ain’t fakin it player
my n*gg*z ride these bikes; you say you do too?
you just might be right, so go ahead and prove it
pop that clutch – do some sh*t
stop squeezin it, makin noise, you stupid b*tch!
you revvin up yo’ engine like you playin with toys
’round here, we’ll f*ck you up boy!

hog ridin [4x]

[too $hort (richie rich)]
ay wh*ssup richie rich?
(gon’ pull that glade out)
(and wipe some of that dust off that thang)
like that mayne? (i try to tell these n*gg*z, heheh)

[richie rich]
n*gg*z be wolfin that bullsh*t, we don’t give a f*ck about none of that
and if you ain’t qb’n my n*gg* 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’f*cker like me around
talkin to the cherry and i’m lettin her know
when i’m hittin 88 b*tch i’m lettin it go
first to the right, then back to the left
move sh*t to the right and then back to the left
second gear, slidin right
now who wanna f*ck with dub tonight?
all my n*gg*z they down with the club sh*t
and we don’t give a f*ck 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 b*tch bought you that bike and you think you’re the motherf*cker
naw! it’s pimpin, b*tches 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 b*tch yeah we gon’ drift like nasty
ooooh! i think i’m talking too much
these n*gg*z say my bikes are dogs, just cause i walk it too much
it’s rich rich’n, and now i must get out that *ss
get yo’ b*tch *ss off the brake n*gg* and hit that gas


now you see it, that’s how you do it!
west coast baby, california in the house
harley-davidson riders {hog ridin}

/ too hort lyrics