Artist: saliva
Song: doperide
Album: Every Six Seconds
Year: 2001
Yeah
Comin' down like a hatchet, rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches atop of a gasoline package
Throwin' rhymes like ratchets
Playas with passion comin' disastrous bashin'
Runnin' round with the wrong crowd acting like you all down
Bout it, bout it but you bow down
What's up with you, what's up with you, what's up with me
You're the one that I see through
Right, left take a ride in the doperide, yeah
Right, left take a ride
Getting paid in the last days rage of the teenage
Comin' out strong and hard and on the front page
Haven't I stated, never been faded?
If you're steppin' up, for sure you're getting wasted
Hangin' out base in time you're wasted
Hear you talkin' local scene, I'm talkin' nation
Everything I will be, everything I should be
Everything you'll never be, everything you can't but wanna be
Right, left, take a ride in the doperide, yeah
Right, left take a ride
No apologies like I'm born again
No authorities gonna fumble my legs
Yeah all this [Incomprehensible]
Yeah yeah, I'mma show you how we do it that
[Incomprehensible]
Rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches, throwin' my matches atop of a gasoline package
Rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches, atop of a gasoline package
Rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches, atop of a gasoline package
Rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches, atop of a gasoline package
Right, left, take a ride in the doperide, yeah
Right, left take a ride
No apologies like I'm born again
No authorities gonna fumble my legs
No apologies like I'm born again
No authorities gonna fumble my legs
No apologies like I'm born again, yeah, yeah, yeah
