Ride On Ride Out
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It’s ride on, ride on
It’s ride out, ride out
It’s got me walkin’
To the dirty south, dirty south
I said, I need a beat, I wanna rock the band
So I went and got the king of raisin’ hell
Put on the deep thinner 250
In a big black truck with the ten inch lift
Hopped out to New York, big city of dreams
With my cowboy boots gonna do my thing
It’s a country boy with the king of rock
And y’all can’t stop this real hip-hop
It’s Colt and DMC and it’s all good
He’s rippin’ house Queens I’m straight up the wood
I’m just camouflage wearin’, Rayban starin’
In my cowboy hat and it’s like that
I’m gonna fight the power, kill in the flower
Any MC that wanna try me and D
Y’all better recognize the real ride on, ride out
Tell me how you feel
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It’s ride on, ride on
It’s ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
I can down from Herman’s from over Elle
That’s where my name is known so well
I’m in a black pick-up with a mini coat
Y’all all know that I ain’t no joke
He came from Georgia crossin’ the border
Heard some of y’all were getting out-of-order
Tell the reporters gonna be a slaughter
Put away the wife and hide your daughters
On points like this it’s unstoppable
Toppin’ these two minutes impossible
King DMC is remarkable
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How he gonna stop it? With his gun
When he pull his gun out
There’s nowhere to run
Like the Gatling gun works from the tongue
And every battle we been in we always won
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It’s ride on, ride on
It’s ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It’s ride on, ride on
It’s ride out, ride out
From the east coast
To the west in the south