Ride It Out - MC Magic, Gemini, Guerilla Black

What

Roca Dolla

Magic City (Por favor, believe it)

M, C

Gemini

Guerilla Black

Come on

Chorus: Big Gemini

All my players, thugs and my ballers

All my peeps in the clubs, spendin' dollars

Hey Mr. DJ, won’t you play that song

So we can keep it crunked til the early morn', we sayin'

AY YO

AY YO

Ride it out, baby, ride out

AY YO

AY YO

Ride it out, baby, ride out

Abre a la puertas, muy abiertas, let the Southwest shine

Hungry like I’m homeless, and I can’t stop my grind

A ten year struggle, but '06 is mine

Magic City’s like my Chronic, see my blood shot eyes

I couldn’t stop this

Even if I tried

When I’m at the car show, I got 'em sayin' «Brown Pride»

Like Roger Troutman, top box so fly

Drop the slow jams to make the young girls cry

Not just a verse, homey, this is my life

Ever since my first solo

Back in '95

My whole studio brought the hits every time

That’s why I gotta claim, «NB Ridaz til I die»

Repeat Chorus

When I step in the club, I’m headin' straight to the bar

Shinin' bright like a superstar

Shorties all around, yeah, it’s goin' down

Take a look, now, what did I found

I’m sayin'

«Hey lil' mama, ven aqui, como te llamas»

Yeah, I like how you working that… (Yeah-i-yay-i-yay)

They call me Gemini, you lookin' hella fly

Just wanna see if we can chat

If only for a minute

I’m tryin' to get to know you better

I don’t dance, but I might two-step with ya

Girl

And how about

After this

We jump in the six, and ride out, you know what it is

Repeat Chorus

It’s Chingo Blingo, stackin' paper like, Kinkos

Catch me on MTV or Sabado Domingo

Dale

Que te resvale

You got tamaza, Chingo’s got

The tamale

I got the jalapeno flow

Big Chile, H-Town

Your prima wants to join us, then baby, I’m down

She showed me her panties, and did a little something

You got the sexy sideburns like Ashanti

She does the dishes, that’s real big breas-te-sts

Mmm, delicious, pastel y tres leche-ses

I want a girl like you

Not a susia

Like Chapulin o contado con estusia

Repeat Chorus

I’m with my dollars, stackin' eses/essays

Rollin' through, L. A

With NB

Ridaz, naw, we don’t play

I’m rappin' 'round, up in that

Low-low, the color of

Coco, yet Guerilla

Rollin' up hydro

Ira, ira, mami hot as fajitas

Or, about

Two, good fish of taquita

I just came from the other side of the border

Tryin' to get my ass back up in California

In the dark, cut with them, the real good aroma

Yeah, up for some of that

Bomb (???)

I’m like the vatos, whenever my pockets’ll suckle

You mess around, I’ll leave your ass up in a bottle

Repeat Chorus

It’s ya boy

Guerilla B-L-A-C-K

Uh

Magic City

Compton in the buildin'

Magic City

Uh, uh

Magic City

Comin' real soon (Magic City)

West coast