Ridin' High Songtext
von A.L.T.

Yo, it′s Sunday, wake up at a quarter to four
And I was still feeling buzzed from the night before
Put on the TV set, but the cable's out
Damn, only a night before the Chavez bout
I get dress, put on my baggies and my Raiders cap
Vatos, they be bugging so I got′s to strap
Yo, call my posse cause they ain't no joke
He got a '82 Regal on some Dayton spokes
And we be rolling, chop top, gangsta down
Bumping Lakeside, yo the gangsta sound
On the boulevard, being hard
Yo, got the baggy on the 40 so the pisto′s cold
Bust a left so the jura was behind us
We in our own neighborhood, they won′t find us
Aye, yo the hynas, they be looking cause the ride was fly
And me and the homeboys, yo we be riding high


I'm riding high, I′m riding on that highway
(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)
I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me
(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)

Yo, I just got out of work, I had a long one
Tequila was last year so pass me a strong one
Sitting on the stool, sipping a brew
Playing some pool and acting a fool
At the local bar, we call the Double-L
We got 86 cause we was raising hell
So we went to my homeboy′s pad
A crazy after hour where the girls were bad
Get down, get down, that's my motto
Slow Pain was pimping a girl, holding a bottle
We met some hynas and the girls were fine
And Poe, he was freaking on this girl′s behind
Now A.L.T., that's me, homes, yes the
Man with a 40, in his hand smoking yeska
The girl, he said that the crew was fly
And me and the homeboys, yo we be riding high


I'm riding high, I′m riding on that highway
(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)
I′m riding high, let me take you on a trip with me
(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)

Yo, it's hot as hell on the LA streets
And I′m just cruising, listening to old school beats
Yeah, just rolling with the top down
Aye yo punk, step up or get dropped down
Once again it's on, the girls are on
Yo Marvin′s on, so let's get it on
So we park in a dark spot
The 40s was cold and the girls were hot
While the weekends come, the weekends go
The girls that we got never said no
So the dog is out, the night is old
The girls went home so the stories told
And me and my homies, we was bugging, laughing
And then we started telling everybody what happened
We told them, damn, man the girls was fly
And me and the homeboys, yo we be riding high

I′m riding high, I'm riding on that highway
(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)
I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me
(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)
I′m riding high, I′m rolling with my homies
(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)
I'm riding high, let me take you on that gangsta ride
(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)