Hog Ridin’ Too $hort (Ft. Richie Rich)

[Intro: Too $hort]
Hog ridin', hog ridin'
Hog ridin', hog ridin'
Yeah, this how we do it on the West Coast
Harley Davidson, baby, everything chrome, bitch
Hog ridin'

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
On my hog, I keep it at a hundred-plus
On the freeway, you don't wanna run with us
'Cause we racin', we bettin' big stacks
You get left back, ain't no way to catch that
So fuck it, you can't ride like the hog does
Think you a ruff ryder but you ain't hard enough
You ever seen my cousin Sideways
Burnin' rubber on the highways?
Now watch me, I'm 'bout to swing my shit
Just like Ike, just like my nigga Richie Rich
That's how these West Coast G's be
We showin' off on HDTV
I know you wish you could be
'Cause when I ride my hog, the girls get freaky
They hear us comin' from a mile away
We hella clean, we ridin' in style today
It's all custom, down to the wheels and tires
You could see the smoke, but you don't see the fire
I never would stop burnin' rubber, son
We tear 'em up and then we build another one
Yeah, I got my bitch on the back
But I ride so fast, I split from the pack
You tryna keep up, what you want, man?
You fuckin' wit' a daredevil stuntman
Wit' my front wheel straight in the air
I do this shit for real, I ain't fakin' it, player
My niggas ride these right; you say do, too?
You just might be right, so go ahead and prove it
Pop that clutch, do some shit
Stop squeezin' it, makin' noise, you stupid bitch
You revvin' up your engine like you playin' with toys
Round here, we'll fuck you up, boy