Letra de ' Ride Out (feat.Tru-life) ' de Akon

We still playin' by hood rules
We 'bout to ride out, ski masks down
Let's go
yeah

Akon:
Doin' up the banana clips in the jeep, sittin' in the back seat
Four deep on the creep, 'bout to ride on these nigs, ride on these nigs
'Cause this how we live everyday as a gangsta
Doin' up the banana clips in the jeep, sittin' in the back seat
Four deep on the creep, 'bout to ride on these nigs, ride on these nigs
'Cause that's how we live everyday as a gangsta

Tru Life:
I'm in the back of the Pontiac
Puttin' shells in a clip, click clackin' a tommy back
Swerving driving you know he was leaked up
Bones was in the back seat, handin' me ??
Joe was straight stiff, man wired (wired)
We made the papers, man down shots fired
Nigga's killed my nigga, my heart bigged his
Baptised my son, I baptised his
I gotta ride, take the life from tall kids
We've been down since the Johnny pump
I can't let it slide, gotta let the shotty dump
Did it all together, even our communion
Play ball together, we was like the union
We fall one time, the first time he moved in
We use to tell the hoes, we was cousin's
Now I can't believe you gone, I'm sittin' here buggin'

Akon:
Doin' up the banana clips in the jeep, sittin' in the back seat
Four deep on the creep, 'bout to ride on these nigs, ride on these nigs
'Cause this how we live everyday as a gangsta
Doin' up the banana clips in the jeep, sittin' in the back seat
Four deep on the creep, 'bout to ride on these nigs, ride on these nigs
'Cause that's how we live everyday as a gangsta

Tru Life:
It's been 36 hours, still ain't slept
Lookin' at pictures of us, when we were fresh to death (man)
We brought meanin' to the word pimpin'
Too pretty gangsters who just wouldn't listen
Just got the call where they layin' at
I'm thinking crazy right now, I know where his kid stayin' at
Lord forgive me, the rage got me
He was the only one who banged out, when nigga's shot me
Slow the car up, roll the window down
Feel it in the air, nigga it's going down
I hopped out, caught him playing dice
Spit a lunky in his face, then shot him twice
Shot him again, then I shot him again
I ain't miss nigga, yeah, I got him again
Then I pulled the picture out, like remember him
(you remember him mother fucker)

Akon:
Doin' up the banana clips in the jeep, sittin' in the back seat
Four deep on the creep, 'bout to ride on these nigs, ride on these nigs
'Cause this how we live everyday as a gangsta
Doin' up the banana clips in the jeep, sittin' in the back seat
Four deep on the creep, 'bout to ride on these nigs, ride on these nigs
'Cause that's how we live everyday as a gangsta