Artist: Joe Mafia Album: This One Song: We Ride Typed by: Cno Evil [Joe Mafia] Is it really poppin', stop it, we on it like that, addressing All drama, Mafia, crushing primadonnas I'mma set it off for the hood, we scorching hot lava On the ball, plus I'm off the wall, with two hot llamas Got this every time, ready to get dirty, you heard me? Lotta haters love to have my glow, but they ain't worthy Ain't no mercy on 'em, so take it personal, we riding on 'em Reimbursing the crime murder, these rap performers Got a lot of nerve, word, expose curtains for that fake Studio gangsta rep, I ain't never heard of VA trace it back, to Old York, get popped, get cost on Get caught up in the mix and you're hist, I miss courts of course We got gang bangers, twisters and jigga hoes My slang stay changing, connecting from coast to coast We holding big toast, and max most, kid This is for the sucker in you, anybody can get it [Chorus: Joe Mafia] For my gangstas (we ride) for my lifers (we ride) For the hood (we ride, we ride, we ride) For the youngins (we ride) for the hustlas (we ride) For the struggle (we ride, we ride, we ride) I'm on my J-O-B, staying sucka free It ain't no games, it's gangsta, watch you gon' see For them snitches (we ride) for them haters (we ride) For this paper (we ride, we ride, we ride) [Joe Mafia] I ain't the average Joe, yo, it's the savage dough Throwing talent to your Tahoe, checking Mavado Fifty Don P, bottles and balo, we stay uptown clowning Bouncing ounces in public housings, son, it's about this Stack cheddar, rap whatever, I'mma relax, lay back Type of fella, of course minds four pounds of echo Go out and sell O, hello, I'm selling out swelling melon Dirty throwback jersey, jeans is Hershey P-E-A-C-E, be easy, wide body sporting an AC I ain't new, so don't sneeze, please believe it Greasy, I approach, silent Al Pachisi Valors spinning in shadows, with white PC's And ice tea, I don't care if you don't like me Just like the fact your wifey will get piped by me Dog I ain't handcuffing or stuffing, backwoods in birds Like it ain't nothing, bust it, hate to love it [Chorus] [Joe Mafia] My team flooding the scene, son, so what ya life like? Top mission, top positons, son, keep my mics right Stay fly, cradling cabbage, cutting the snakes rattles Throwing hollows to swallow, for those who wanna tattle Yeah, go 'head, I got, money tied in 58 Legit on my paper waste, fingers get levitated Who put a price on ya head, don't underestimate it Prayin' on my downfall, you hate it cuz I made it I'm out the hood, it ain't all good now, what I gotta Start smacking these rappers up and pull it Suge style I got the hood behind me and it ain't hard to find me Greatest of all time, prime Muhammed Ali cocky I'm bout to do 'em, watch me, all out, it's Kamikaze Hangtime from the bassline, posing for paparazzi Gunning the twins of Gotti, keys of Pavarotti Ivory, American me, he fly for Starsky [Chorus]