Close Ones

I only ride with my close ones
 Roll the windows up when you're 'bout to smoke one
 We gotta roll
 We about to roll
 No homie got the heat but keep it on the down low
 I only ride with my close ones
 I only ride with my close ones
 I only ride with my close ones
 Only ride with my close ones
 Only ride with my clubs
 King of clubs
 With my gun
 Making bread with all my brothas
 Cuz the struggles where we from
 O.T.S is my family i'm always rolling with you
 In the lab we shining twine
 Breakin down all these trees
 I'm the crown on these streets
 I'm the keys to the city
 Ridin' around,
 Gettin' gritty with a tek and a fifty
 I got the heat for your ass or my name was silly sam (?)
 I got love for all my cousins,
 They the ones posting my bail
 My squads more than officials
 We're northwest hustlers
 Ain't dealing with no busters
 Ain't nobody get touched cuz
 If you tryina hurt my peoples i'm faster than 9-11
 It's loyalty for royalty
 I talk with my hand on my gun
 I been livin' that street life as my boy asa hilltop
 I really come out the gutter with a gangsta's appeal
 Shutout to neighborhood crips down in cali, they ok
 When you tryina get out of the struggle they can't lose to get paid
 I only ride with my close ones
 Roll the windows up when you're 'bout to smoke one
 We gotta roll
 We about to roll
 No homie got the heat but keep it on the down low
 I only ride with my close ones
 I only ride with my close ones
 I only ride with my close ones
 Only ride with my close ones
 I'm the richest cuz the people that i keep around
 Don't fuck with any other mafucka be forced to put it down
 I keep my feet to the ground I'm a solid nigga
 I only roll with niggas that keep it the same, nigga
 Only g brothas
 Official like a referee
 My niggas got my back,
 So don't be testing me
 Marcus smith, i know you got me cousin
 Handle your bid,
 No shittin' straight talkin'
 My niggas solid
 Niggas need to take notes
 Whats up you bitches?
 Grab you hoes by the throat
 Quick and chain money
 You know that I'm rockin' with you
 And if these niggas get to trippin' imma sock em with you
 Throw a box of tissues,
 For all these hatin' niggas
 Keep on makin' us famous,
 We keep on makin' g hitters
 I only ride with my close ones
 My niggas beast
 X men when the phone comes
 I only ride with my close ones
 Roll the windows up when you're 'bout to smoke one
 We gotta roll
 We about to roll
 No homie got the heat but keep it on the down low
 I only ride with my close ones
 I only ride with my close ones
 I only ride with my close ones
 Only ride with my close ones
 I lock it and cock it back
 And lay you on the starter cap
 Got the all black
 Coat club hood, dunno where you starters at
 I'm in the west where i rest, i'm blessed i'm still breathing
 I got some friends that are felons that you may see as heathens
 Just leave it
 They asking questions but they don't get answers
 All about respect, g
 Co-op and mind your fuckin' manners
 Walk the line get your mile ride
 Maintain your composure all the time
 And know your fuckin' circle
 I watch the streets cuz they watch me back
 They play for keeps but you sleep then you weep and go take a nap
 Its fuckin' vicious here in California
 Know the dress code where you're at and don't hang out, or comas
 I only rock with my close ones and that's a fact
 Ten shot, 9mm shes on my lap
 And that's a rap
 Make her mad and she gonna let you know
 That you too close, click click clack and she gonna let it go
 She my body, i'm a cloud
 We gonna blow some
 I only ride with my close ones
 Roll the windows up when you're 'bout to smoke one
 We gotta roll
 We about to roll
 No homie got the heat but keep it on the down low
 I only ride with my close ones
 I only ride with my close ones
 I only ride with my close ones
 Only ride with my close ones