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DEM NEW BOYZ - RIDE ON DEEZ NIGGAZ (Official Song) 🎤✨

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Channel: RYAN JAUNZEMIS · 2015 · Music

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DEM NEW BOYZ - RIDE ON DEEZ NIGGAZ
Copyright 2008, by Dem New Boyz & Ryan Jaunzemis
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Lyrics:

Pre-Chorus
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7! Cali on the map baby, git up on our level! 
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! You better aim wit cha gun—let niggaz know were you from!.

Verse 1

It’z hard in tha jungle, niggaz want you to crumble. But you gotta stay humble. Try to get on the bundle.
Yeah, I’m deep like a funnel. Don’t fuck wit or fumble. Stay up on your toes nigga an get ready to rumble!
Click-clack! Boom-boom! Nigga what cha gone do? Bullets comin' through the room—them haterz comin' for YOU!
You a snitch! You a foo! Better learn the fuckin' rulez! Goin' down either way—by the ones, or the toolz.
Nigga get a clue! Sit tight, an be cool. My rhymes are so tight your face iz turnin' blue.
I got a buzz in the air that fade like bird flu. Ya rhymes iz boo! Why you ain't go back to school?
My ambitionz as Pac make me wanna bust my glock. Niggaz rising to the top—eliminatin' every block!
Keep a pocket fulla stonez working 9-5 by the bundle. You should see my gunz nigga—have you laying on the floor, nigga!

Hook

What we gone do when we ride on deez niggaz?
I’m a empty the clip an drop a bomb on theze niggaz! x 4

Verse 2

We still part a the dub, but haterz done forgot us. There'z REAL thugs in Gundo—Jay'z one a the hottest!
I represent for the dub, so picture me rollin’. With a pocket fulla endz dem haterz wish they waz holdin'.
My peeps in South Bay heard we hardcore thugs, creepin' on Main an Mariposa servin' hard core drugs.
Git belligerently drunk till we barred from clubs. Bring the ruckus, get buck, an bust far more slugs!
Cuz we some REAL niggaz! ‘Bout to tear up your block. Jay done been stepping up his game—I bet you scared of the thought.
I heard dem haterz saying "Jay ain't prepared for the top" You think I’m playin' home boy? Come an stare at the glock!
I’m RUNNIN' South bay! Homes, I’m quick on my hustle. Been flyin' down P.C.H. wit a brick in my muffler.
Pullin' court-jester shit with the bricks that I juggle. An I’m gone make it in this game, cuz I’m sick a the struggle. Ya heard me!

Repeat Hook

Repeat Pre-Chorus x 2

Repeat Hook

Verse 3

A yo! I see my style as G.Q. smooth. My swagger gut a nigga 2 a mymph in the booth.
See I keep to myself I was born a loner. Stay sucka-free—only girls an a rover.
4 or 5 bitchez got it packed in tha rover. My semi in the range, red light is the aim.
Yo I’m on some better shit I’m 'bout 2 Don-Dadda tha game. I met this rap game. I’m in the west hall-of-fame.
Sumpin’ like Cane. Nigga, gettin' moneyz my thang. Hustle nigga, get cha grip, or get it thru your brain!
Money, power, respect; that’s the way I maintain. Goin' in this mainframe blowin’ wild insane.
Yo! But I keep my cool. Lord knows I’m tha fool. I take my frustrations on the mic in the booth.
Yeah! But I keep it true, but there’s no provin' to you. You ain’t paying’ my billz so what you gone do. Foo!

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