my definition of a rider

that's right ese

guess who's back

tryin ride on these fools

mr.criminal

along with the homie along little cuete

that's right

my definition of a rida

were the motherfuckas that squize the blast

quick to match

no questions ask

get the cash and get it fast

my definition of a rida

in the middle of the frontline ready to battle

head up

with my chest out holding my ammo

put valas in your ass

leave you facin the gravel

ha ha

ha ha

ha ha

that's the lil cuete coming fully automatic

let em have it

when i pull the trigger back

any of ya'll heard that i'm sick when i rap

plus i got the sack and the strap on my lap

you don't wanna be in the way when i spit one crazy mothafucka from that norwalk click

light it up and take a hit

little cuete

criminal

home boy that's sick

we startin a mix

startin a mix

little cuete and mr.crime

from the sick south east to the wicked west side

bout to rough out the top

with a strap on the side

then lay on the ground and i'm taking they life

quick to hit you up when we're eager to bust

grap the strap

cock it back

hold the trigga then duck

we some g'z we some ridaz we ain't rollin with punks

until you give us a definition you ain't rollin with

ain't no way that these fools they can stop us i'm hustln

deadly collectin my cheese

fools

we're thinkn

we catchin em slippin

i'm commin and bustin unloadin my clip

fools

we talkn aloud

my homie wisom respect

one weak diss to the homies got you stuck in the neck

got ak's

22's

even the tech's

got the homie little cuete got em rollin with checks

any where you want it

i can make you have a 357 automatic

let em have it

when i got it in my soul

pull the trigga bang

and let a missle go

i hit with a pistol one shot in my zone

though ay ando

still equip my semi atomatic

takin levas up the planet

make em runnin for the mountains

lil cuete is like an addict

when i grab i won't panic

plus i got your bitch on my cock when i plan it

got a lot of hatas wanna see me shot in the head

oppurtunities pass

they ain't poppin no lead

fools talk to the cops kinda seem to confess

wanna see me in cuffs

and then to droppin dead

los angeles county's most wanted part two

cuete and you know who

to the homies on the main lines

throwin up the gang signs

creased up

sportin that blue

foo

so

if you wanna go to war i'm ready for that mission

killin competition

packin heavy ammunition

i put em in a body bag and send em on his way

i always have a bullet if you wanna come and play

you never thought i'de be the one to have it on lock

so

here i'm gonna tell you that i'm never gonna stop

and i know i'm gonna kill em when the album drop

i ain't even tryin and i made it to the top