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cobra - sliden lyrics

[intro]

oh yeah, for the 96+97 we got uh…
otis & shug (what we got?)
knucklehead (knucklehead!)
cobra (cobra!)
and that east oakland pimp you know is… dru down!
and we bout’ to flip it
there we go (sliden!)

[cobra]
from the depths of the bay be the c+o+b+r+a
and oakland be the paradise where the playas’ play
comin’ straight from the west side though
found me a good spot
stop slanging rock on my block, because my hood’s hot
but still i chillaz that my scrillaz ’bout the layers
cause tricks, tramps and haters get no love from us players
cause we don’t bang, we talk with that o’ slang
say “what’s up blood” and drop drops on gold fangs
we servе cream to a [?] so no shame
players play thе game and pimps, they do the same
i see the cats tryna’ creep as i watch ’em in my rearview
i don’t trip, counts my grip and keeps a clear view
but i gots to [?] down the highway
the gold on my spokes blind them freaks lookin’ my way
they see the reflection from the stop like my drops tight
bustas’ want to ride but they have no room inside
’cause they copin’ [?] off them suckers they be hatin’
but if they wanna be down i let them bustas shine my daytons
but they can’t ride mane, they can’t side mane
drop the top on my caddy, watch me glide, mane

i’m mashing, dashing, bendin’ corners in my old school
west side playa’, comin’ straight from the o’, fool
now i gots to say this one more thing
bob yo’ head to this bump, ’cause it’s this funk i bring, now sayin’…

[chorus]
i’m ridin’, i’m slideeen, in my town…
’cause this is how we do it
i’m ridin’, i’m slideeen, in my town… (tooown, tooown)

[dru drown]
you catch me sliden, gliden, whippin’ and dippin’ in the 5th lane
using power steering
rear end skirting 3 times befo’ i hit the stop sign
hear voices screamin’
passin’ up`the bus stop, listenin’ to the bumpin’ [?]
big block, i’m ridin’ in the town
major no factin’ money count [?] dru down
parlay parlay
me and cobra can’t stay sober
be high from 9 to 5, from 6 to 9, double up on that high
little peepy drinkin’ reemy ocean ways for the bass
[?]
strictly diamond shinin’
c455 and 454
351 cleavance to the 50 rock (no stoppin’ for the coppers!)
better ask about that, matter of fact
[?] in the tank (and [?])
they take [?]
no doubt, it’s automatic reflex
a pimp ain’t did nothin’ but imma’ still hop this [?]
cause i’m…
[knucklehead]
sliden! cobra, knuck and dru down flossin’
wined up, [?] the coastin’ [?] like steve austin
i keep gettin’ [?] in 4 doors and coupes
but i choose to cruise the [?] in the land with my troops!
women in my corridor, man there’s more
i never even seen so much booty before (woah…)
bustas, haters causin’ war, that could be the only reason

[cobra]
we stayin’ busta free and top notches we be pleasin’…

(chorus)
i’m ridin’, i’m slideeen, in my town…
’cause this is how we do it
i’m ridin’, i’m slideeen, in my town… (tooown, tooown)

[cobra]
bustas down, g’s up and haters freeze up
forget the gat, i got my back, i’m ready to knock them knees up
they got me [?] ’cause they be hatin’ for no reason
we takin’ these suckas out because it’s playa hata’ season

so all you playas come and chill with me
pour the drink and [?] and keep it real with me
because these haters be out to get us but they will not win
’cause we be rollin’ these bustas out while sippin’ juice and gin
and i be the true playa’ making you haters tweak
and i be comin’ like a thief at night to take your freak
so watch yo back as i creep through the hood
dim the lights, mash the gas and you know i’m up to no good

i’m creepin’ slow watching all you haters bail out
comin’ around the corner watching playa haters yell out
mission complete as i roll to san francisco
sippin’ on that liquid crack, you call it cisco

6 in the morning continue to roll as i drops down
colder than a m+th+ but i still gots my top down
i’m bendin’ corners as i reach my destination
layin’ it down like a pimp without a bit of hesitation

a hater will fall but the player will prevail
i’m smokin’ on that bomb and i’m waiting to exhale
i be open to the heart and to the bomb i’m a slave
so when i lay me down to sleep just put a o’ in my grave, yeah

[chorus]
i’m ridin’, i’m slideeen, in my town…
’cause this is how we do it
i’m ridin’, i’m slideeen, in my town… (tooown, tooown)

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