I only ride with my close ones
Roll the windows up when you're 'bout to smoke one
We gotta roll
We about to roll
No homie got the heat but keep it on the down low
I only ride with my close ones
I only ride with my close ones
I only ride with my close ones
Only ride with my close ones
Only ride with my clubs
King of clubs
With my gun
Making bread with all my brothas
Cuz the struggles where we from
O.T.S is my family i'm always rolling with you
In the lab we shining twine
Breakin down all these trees
I'm the crown on these streets
I'm the keys to the city
Ridin' around,
Gettin' gritty with a tek and a fifty
I got the heat for your ass or my name was silly sam (?)
I got love for all my cousins,
They the ones posting my bail
My squads more than officials
We're northwest hustlers
Ain't dealing with no busters
Ain't nobody get touched cuz
If you tryina hurt my peoples i'm faster than 9-11
It's loyalty for royalty
I talk with my hand on my gun
I been livin' that street life as my boy asa hilltop
I really come out the gutter with a gangsta's appeal
Shutout to neighborhood crips down in cali, they ok
When you tryina get out of the struggle they can't lose to get paid
I only ride with my close ones
Roll the windows up when you're 'bout to smoke one
We gotta roll
We about to roll
No homie got the heat but keep it on the down low
I only ride with my close ones
I only ride with my close ones
I only ride with my close ones
Only ride with my close ones
I'm the richest cuz the people that i keep around
Don't fuck with any other mafucka be forced to put it down
I keep my feet to the ground I'm a solid nigga
I only roll with niggas that keep it the same, nigga
Only g brothas
Official like a referee
My niggas got my back,
So don't be testing me
Marcus smith, i know you got me cousin
Handle your bid,
No shittin' straight talkin'
My niggas solid
Niggas need to take notes
Whats up you bitches?
Grab you hoes by the throat
Quick and chain money
You know that I'm rockin' with you
And if these niggas get to trippin' imma sock em with you
Throw a box of tissues,
For all these hatin' niggas
Keep on makin' us famous,
We keep on makin' g hitters
I only ride with my close ones
My niggas beast
X men when the phone comes
I only ride with my close ones
Roll the windows up when you're 'bout to smoke one
We gotta roll
We about to roll
No homie got the heat but keep it on the down low
I only ride with my close ones
I only ride with my close ones
I only ride with my close ones
Only ride with my close ones
I lock it and cock it back
And lay you on the starter cap
Got the all black
Coat club hood, dunno where you starters at
I'm in the west where i rest, i'm blessed i'm still breathing
I got some friends that are felons that you may see as heathens
Just leave it
They asking questions but they don't get answers
All about respect, g
Co-op and mind your fuckin' manners
Walk the line get your mile ride
Maintain your composure all the time
And know your fuckin' circle
I watch the streets cuz they watch me back
They play for keeps but you sleep then you weep and go take a nap
Its fuckin' vicious here in California
Know the dress code where you're at and don't hang out, or comas
I only rock with my close ones and that's a fact
Ten shot, 9mm shes on my lap
And that's a rap
Make her mad and she gonna let you know
That you too close, click click clack and she gonna let it go
She my body, i'm a cloud
We gonna blow some
I only ride with my close ones
Roll the windows up when you're 'bout to smoke one
We gotta roll
We about to roll
No homie got the heat but keep it on the down low
I only ride with my close ones
I only ride with my close ones
I only ride with my close ones
Only ride with my close ones