Wanna Ride
WC Lyrics


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Look at this shit
Coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga
Keep it gangsta y'all
Please believe it
Keep it gangsta y'all
My niggas thug out
Keep it gangsta y'all
You getting drug out
Keep it gangsta y'all
These bitches loc out
Keep it gangsta y'all
When we smoke out.
Keep it gangsta y'all.
Cause we chromed out
Keep it gangsta y'all
I bought the bomb out
Keep it gangsta y'all
Hear ye, hear ye!
Call me...... hogs
Fresh out of the hole tank
Bouncing off the walls
Dub-see, the Bandanna president
With the gauge on the handlebars
Rolling through your residence
Running the scene. It's the king of the cars
Down, baby in my new all stars
Gangsta's What are the gangstas
None of them make me
Riders throw your heaters up
Throw em' up
Ladies, Old Gs
Sorry that I've been gone
But now I'm back to get my walk on
Swang with the gang as I reach out and touch yeah
Throw my cup and get ignorant out this motherfucker
Mayday, mayday back in charge
Cutting all costs. Cutting all costs
Dip. Skip-skipping through the lane with the bang, bang, bang jingle
Hopping under the SS. Working them ankles.
Dubs shiesty for scrillias
And I brought my homeboy
Hell yeah, the mother fucking villain
One to the two to the three to the - hello
Look at these Gs working these...
Here come the villain with another heater
With mother fucking, Dub, nigga in a two seater
Hold my nuts while I west, west y'all.
Ride 2
Grab that microphone and I test, test y'all
Villain Mericone I be like all over y'all
Who want to ball with that black nigga Red?
Like the dime nigga
I'm supreme hustling
W.C.
Give a fuck if these bitches don't love me
(Chorus)
I want to bang - I want to ride - I want to slang
From my side. You and I.
It's do or die
We can roll till the wheels fall off
And let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off
I want to bang. I want to ride
I want to slang. From my side
You and I. It's do or die
We can roll till the wheels fall off
And let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off
Gangsta
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Up under the gun. Running a game
Waddada day
Wadada day
Dub lock it
Let your flag hang from your back pocket
None of them. None of them None of them
Can't none of them get wit me.
Peep my style but you can't get rid of me
I heard your see walking now.
We'll who taught you?
What you could see who?
Nigga, why I out to smack all the spit out yah
Beat the shit out yah
Get out the dump and stomp it
Dip into the 600
Sagging in my overalls. Blunted
Thinking of ...
Quit fronting
Cause gangsta shit WC running
Head hunting
Steadily pumping.
I come though punking
Ya'll for ya'll rodies
Shooting a life style like Colby's
So shut up and kneel to these West Side parolees
and pass the 40s
Cause can't none of you bustas hold me
Ride 3
We got the niggas. We got the bitches
We got the killas. We got the riches
We got the dealers. We hit the switches
We got every fucking thing you want
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
We got the niggas. We got the bitches
We got the killas We got the ritches
We got the dealers. We hit the switches
We got every fucking thing you want
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
Who that nigga that you fucking with?
Who?
When you want to hear some motherfuckng nigga shit
Ooh
Called a villain and I bring hot lyrics
.....Hit your bitch
Nigga ran wit it
Ya'll need to quit it
This shit legendary
Fuck around with us and your mama get buried
Your fist born and that bitch you just married
Who give a fuck bout that baby she just carried
Up in all black like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you gonna talk a bout the villain?
You a phone
Biting every time you bust
Who gave all your balls a ...
Weak motherfuckers better say us
So if it ain't rough, it ain't my shit
Might have been....my bitch, it ain't my dick
Hate my click
Bitch mad cause I won't hit
Or a nigga I ain't fucking with
It's the villain
(Chorus)
I want to bang. I want to ride
I want to slang. From my side
You and I. It's do or die.
We can roll till the wheels fall off
and let these mother fuckers know they got to peel us off
Gangsta
Please believe it




Please believe it
Please believe it....

Overall Meaning

The song "Wanna Ride" by WC feat. Ice Cube & MC Ren is a classic gangsta rap track that exudes a hard-hitting, rough-edged energy, characteristic of the genre. Its lyrics describe the rough and tumble, illicit lifestyle of gangsters, with a focus on riding and slanging drugs. The use of profanity, slang, and street talk makes the song authentically gangsta rap.


The first verse of the song focuses on keeping it real and maintaining the gangsta image. Lines such as "My niggas thug out," and "When we smoke out," allude to the gangster lifestyle. The chorus expresses the desire to slay, bang, ride and slang from the side, declaring that it is do or die. The second verse is more explosive with references to firearms, sex, and drug-dealing. The use of gritty language and aggressive rhymes creates an intense atmosphere within the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Look at this shit
Observe and pay attention to this situation


Coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga
Uniting and merging closely like the way butt cheeks stick together when sweaty


Keep it gangsta y'all
Maintain a tough, authentic and street-smart attitude, everyone


Please believe it
Have complete faith and trust in it


My niggas thug out
My friends fully embrace the gangster lifestyle


You getting drug out
You will be forcefully removed or defeated


These bitches loc out
These women become aggressive and wild


When we smoke out
When we consume marijuana


Cause we chromed out
Because our vehicles are adorned with shiny and reflective chrome accessories


I bought the bomb out
I brought high-quality and potent drugs


Hear ye, hear ye!
Pay attention, listen up!


Call me...... hogs
Refer to me as the dominant and powerful figure


Fresh out of the hole tank
Just released from prison or a difficult situation


Bouncing off the walls
Filled with energy and excitement, unable to contain oneself


Dub-see, the Bandanna president
I, Dub-see, am the leader of the gang, recognized by my bandanna


With the gauge on the handlebars
I possess a firearm attached to my motorcycle's handlebars


Rolling through your residence
Moving through your neighborhood or area


Running the scene. It's the king of the cars
Dominating the environment with my presence and control, particularly with my impressive cars


Down, baby in my new all stars
Feeling confident and cool while wearing my new Converse shoes


Gangsta's What are the gangstas
Who are the real gangsters


None of them make me
None of the other individuals impress or intimidate me


Riders throw your heaters up
Motorcycle riders raise your weapons


Ladies, Old Gs
Women and experienced gangsters


Sorry that I've been gone
Apologies for my absence and lack of presence


But now I'm back to get my walk on
I have returned to assert my authority and dominance


Swang with the gang as I reach out and touch yeah
Move and interact with the group, making contact with others


Throw my cup and get ignorant out this motherfucker
Throw my drink and behave recklessly in this place


Mayday, mayday back in charge
Signalling an emergency and taking control once again


Cutting all costs. Cutting all costs
Reducing expenses and eliminating unnecessary expenses


Dip. Skip-skipping through the lane with the bang, bang, bang jingle
Smoothly maneuvering through the traffic lane while causing a commotion


Hopping under the SS. Working them ankles
Getting onto the Chevy SS vehicle and showing off driving skills


Dubs shiesty for scrillias
Driving and showcasing expensive Dub brand rims for money


And I brought my homeboy
I have brought my close friend along


Hell yeah, the mother fucking villain
Indeed, I am the notorious and feared villain


One to the two to the three to the - hello
Counting and greeting, establishing my presence


Look at these Gs working these...
Observe these gangsters effectively managing their situations


Here come the villain with another heater
The villainous character arrives with another hot and powerful weapon


With mother fucking, Dub, nigga in a two seater
With the notorious Dub brand rims, alongside a friend, in a two-seater vehicle


Hold my nuts while I west, west y'all
Support and admire me while I impress and conquer, everyone


Ride 2
Continuation of the energy and dominance established in the previous verse


Grab that microphone and I test, test y'all
Take control of the microphone and assess the skills and abilities of others


Villain Mericone I be like all over y'all
As the villain, I am completely overwhelming and overpowering to all of you


Who want to ball with that black nigga Red?
Who is brave enough to challenge and compete against the notorious Black Red?


Like the dime nigga
Similar to the ideal and perfect individual


I'm supreme hustling
I excel and dominate in the art of making money through illegal means


W.C.
Referring to myself as a representation of the West Coast gangster culture


Give a fuck if these bitches don't love me
I do not care or worry about these women not having affection for me


(Chorus)
The repeated chorus section of the song


Please believe it
Have complete faith and trust in it




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: FLOYD E. WILCOX, O'SHEA JACKSON, LORENZO JERALD PATTERSON, WILLIAM L. CALHOUN, JOHN JACKSON

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