Ride It Out
"All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas. Hey Mr. DJ won't you play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'. We say eeooh[x2] ride it out baby, ride out. Eeooh[x2] ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon)"
"It's your boy Guerilla B-L-A-C-K."