? L O V E, love is illegal in my heart Can you hear my heart is beating? You're looking through a fire Computers everywhere Oh, you're a shotgun rider
beating? L.O.V.E. - Love is illegal my heart can you hear my heart is beating? You're walking through a fire computers everywhere Oh you are a shotgun rider
is beating L O V E Love is illegal in my heart, hear my heart is beating You're looking through a fire computers everywhere Oh, you're a shotgun rider
.C. and A.P. But who's you? [unverified] and [unverified] to the rest Niggas seem to have a vendetta on the West Serve ya Ghost Rider 'cause ya not versin
shotguns, never pulled L's I like shotguns, hate .22's I like shotguns Non-descrip's talkin bout they got guns Like tecs 4-5s and shotguns, really they
(spot spot) and maybe we can (Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her (Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper (Long long) - and for my riders
20 Coupes when we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems (What Nowww!) Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver (jus 1 nigga) Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun
body waddle Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them
they love me in the hood Love my fleetwood Tattooed up L.A. Dodger blue'd up Shell show me love, so I'm showin' it back Mister One shotgun and he strapped
with acid raindrenched skin infest- ed by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think twice as I try to pacify the pariah beside the driver and Shotgun
t even get one thing right [Chorus:] I know just what it's like To be ridin' in the rumbleseat Yes I know just what it's like To be a big time rider
your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of
Bash 4-O Sam Scarfo Infa, infa Infamous Up in this bitch Infa-infa Infamous Up in this [Verse 1:] I'm the king of the coast, I'm a rider for real Dickies
more I'm a provider girl, gotta face the streets tonight Goodbye beloved one Do you know what I am You don't see my face no more I'm a rider, girl
if something in the air feels a little unkind Don?t worry darlin? It?ll slip your mind I?ll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider Baby let me be
touch Keep it to a constant beat for those who fuss even to a bumpin beat so those can bust Even to them riders bumpin out them trunks to all them low