| Lyrics: | [Steele]
Walkin down the street, watchin you, clockin me
Could it be because I'm magnetic,
yet it gives me a fuckin headache
Cuz it's pathetic when niggas jump on ya dick and sweat
it
But it gets hectic, when I set it off, by sick jazz niggas pop stressin
Smif-N-Wessun,
from the corner of my red eyes, I peeped you
But you don't know, cuz I rock my rag real low,
move slow
Cuz you might get moved on, can't even get my crews on
Without niggas puttin they
screws on, shit ain't cool son
Cuz soon one day I feel I'm gonna have to lay somebody for
real
A deal is, but Steele is strictly business
So when dick riders slide around, I dismiss
shit
And get wit, Boot Camp Clik, how we flip shit
On the regular, forever stay on our own
dick
[Chorus: Tek]
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, you twist up
ganja
Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, you big money spender
Lick off
a shot, you no dick rider
Lick off a shot, you no follower
Lick off a shot, you no dick
rider
Lick off a shot, for Jah Rastafari
[Tek]
I'm pullin you're coats to the side
of the block, we've all been to
See them on the corner when you're lookin out ya window
The
dick riders, on Dick Riders Boulevard
You'se that large, and even got to look hard
You got a
couple probably at the crib as we speak
In ninety now, ain't no woman town for the
weak
Don't laugh though, stress'll make a nigga hurt somethin
Precede to get some yard weed
cuz the dred is pumpin
And as I approach and greetin by my cuz Roach |
