(feat. Captain Save'm) [Intro] Still Ridin For my Nigga 2pac aka Makaveli [Hook] I won't deny it I'm still Ridin' For My Nigga Makeveli Got all my
no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo
about the *** they pop But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life So many *** wanna play but still got
through Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the do' "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Mistah
but you wrong, so you still get scarred Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas Still niggas for testin' these big lil' niggas Still
you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how you feel Now who other than Slim Thugga still tippin' on fo's Wrapped up in 'gator bo's closin' them candy
to ecstasy (Baby) Baby done where you wanna be (ooh yeah) Let me kidnap you. Let me kidnap you tonite (c'mon baby) Do everything you wanna do (c'mon baby
fuckin' with a nigga that's hot and fatal I'm like the henny, rock the cradle to these little ass pre-schooler Nursery rhyme niggaz, still ridin' beach
speed through Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the do' "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [
fell off I was sleep in Compton Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin Nate Dogg still doin his thing DPG still poppin I got California Love fuckin
you wrong So you still get scarred Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas Still
(Baby) Baby done where you wanna be (ooh yeah) Let me kidnap you. Let me kidnap you tonite (c'mon baby) Do everything you wanna do (c'mon baby whatever
with a nigga that's hot and fatal I'm like the henny, rock the cradle to these little ass pre-schooler Nursery rhyme niggaz, still ridin' beach cruisers
hangin with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life So many niggaz wanna play but still got dues to pay Some of 'em
