Let's Ride
Solomon Childs Lyrics
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East coast, west coast, east coast (yeah, man)
East coast, west coast
East coast, west coast, east coast (uh)
East coast, west coast
West coast (all the ladies)
East coast, west coast (get 'em)
West coast, east coast
East coast, west coast
(Solomon Childs)
From Junior's to Roscoe's
From Venice Beach to crates of Corona's from Kosko's
Maryland and VA late nights, these freak bitches got lasso's
Type of bitches take it more in they assholes
From Detroit to Texas, frontin' in St. Louis
Playin' Nelly in your Lexus
But it's all good, cuz the money got your groove vibrating
On the track, Mardi Gras, like we out in New Orleans
ATL, the bitches blowin' out, when they be balling
San Diego to Sacramento, we jingling baby
Two shots of Henny got us mingling, baby
We kill a nigga, for platinum bound
Front, so ya baby momma can watch ya faggot ass swallow the pound
And ain't it something, how these motherfuckers never bite nothing
But stay hollering, how they bloodhounds, another nigga done bit
You want the Theodore Unit to act up, whoodie
Get yourself all shot up, whoodie
(Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs)
Another nigga done bit, another nigga done bit
Running his mouth...
Another nigga done bit, walking the wrong route
I told you about that fronting on niggaz
In Solomon Childs's song Let's Ride, the East Coast and West Coast are prominently mentioned. The introduction repeats the names of both coasts, showing the influence of location in hip-hop culture. Childs then goes into detail about different cities and states, from Junior's in New York to Roscoe's in California. He mentions Venice Beach and crates of Corona's from Kosko's. In Maryland and VA, he runs into freak bitches with lasso's who like it in their assholes. From Detroit to Texas to St. Louis, Childs cruises in his Lexus, listening to Nelly.
Despite the different locations and cultures, Childs celebrates the unity and groove that comes from following the money. He talks about how the music vibrates and brings people together, whether they're in Mardi Gras in New Orleans, or balling in Atlanta. He even speaks of mingling after a few shots of Henny, enjoying the company of others, no matter where they came from.
However, Childs also warns others to watch their mouths and their fronts, especially when dealing with the Theodore Unit. He describes how people who talk too much end up getting shot, and how he would kill someone over platinum records. All in all, Childs paints a picture of the hip-hop scene as a place of diverse cultures and influences, but also as a place where you need to watch your step and respect those around you.
Line by Line Meaning
East coast, west coast, east coast (yeah, man)
We're covering all coasts in this song, man!
From Junior's to Roscoe's
From Brooklyn to LA, we've been everywhere.
From Venice Beach to crates of Corona's from Kosko's
We've had beers on the beach in California and at the corner store in New York.
Maryland and VA late nights, these freak bitches got lasso's
We've had wild nights with some crazy women in Maryland and Virginia.
Type of bitches take it more in they assholes
These women are adventurous in the bedroom.
From Detroit to Texas, frontin' in St. Louis
We've traveled all over, and sometimes we like to show off in St. Louis.
Playin' Nelly in your Lexus
We're bumpin' Nelly's music while cruisin' in our Lexus.
But it's all good, cuz the money got your groove vibrating
We're feelin' good because we have money in our pockets.
On the track, Mardi Gras, like we out in New Orleans
We're partying like it's Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
ATL, the bitches blowin' out, when they be balling
The women in Atlanta are having a great time while ballin'.
San Diego to Sacramento, we jingling baby
We're having fun and making noise from San Diego to Sacramento.
Two shots of Henny got us mingling, baby
We've had some Hennessy and are socializing.
We kill a nigga, for platinum bound
We'll do whatever it takes to get platinum records.
Front, so ya baby momma can watch ya faggot ass swallow the pound
If you try to front on us, we'll make sure everyone sees you fail.
And ain't it something, how these motherfuckers never bite nothing
These people talk a big game but never actually deliver anything worthwhile.
But stay hollering, how they bloodhounds, another nigga done bit
They claim to be on the lookout for biting, but they never actually find anything.
You want the Theodore Unit to act up, whoodie
You don't want to mess with us, whoodie.
Get yourself all shot up, whoodie
If you mess with us, you may end up getting shot.
Another nigga done bit, another nigga done bit
Someone else is copying our style.
Running his mouth...
They're bragging and talking about things they can't deliver.
Another nigga done bit, walking the wrong route
They're taking a path that will lead them to failure.
I told you about that fronting on niggaz
I warned you about the consequences of pretending to be something you're not.
Contributed by Elijah Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.