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

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