I just wanna ride Take a little joyride Blow a little tree Me and my homies We do a 'lil mad, just bickin it We do a 'lil mad, just bickin it Just kickin' it I, I just wanna bick it, do a hundred down [?] without getting no ticket Keep a gap between my haters, I need distance They be unemployed, tryna get in my business Fresh out the oven, I'm baking biscuits On some two-ten shit, can't you tell the difference? And motherfuck the police They pull us over every time we ride 4 deep Then the homies turn phony They try to play me like a disk, but I ain't no Sony Uh, I just wanna ride to the westside I just wanna ride Take a little joyride Blow a little tree Me and my homies We do a 'lil mad, just bickin it We do a 'lil mad, just bickin it Just kickin' it I'm all to my lonely, it's a trip How the pigs wanna separate me from all my homies Then put me on probation I'm living in this united nations I'm facing, a cold situation Ain't this a son of a bitch? But you know imma twist a new route for this paper Homie, hear me out They ban me in the UK, but I'm still gon turn it up What for? And I don't even know law But Imma still lay low, and holla out hello To all my kinfolks, and [?] in overseas G's Smoke a J with me, sip with me, dip with me, check it out I just wanna ride Take a little joyride Blow a little tree Me and my homies We can [?] just bickin it [?] just bicken it Just kickin it