เนื้อเพลง Ride Solo - The Game

[Verse 1]
Some nights I hop in that Impala feelin' like f*ck the bullsh*t
Ridin' down Compton Boulevard with a full clip
Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, n*ggas gettin' smoked, where I come from
And to the T Flats, it's f*ck n*ggas, they be on one
But you gotta worry about your own
N*ggas'll f*ck your b*tch behind your back and leave a knife in that motherf*cker
Infiltrate your home, same n*ggas you let kick it
Can't see 'em but you hear 'em like a cricket
And just yesterday ya'll was smokin' til he asked for a handout
Since you the good n*gga always passin' the bands out
Gave him a stack, sh*t ain't never enough
It's a cold world, who can you trust?

[Hook]
When your baby momma trippin' and your n*ggas on some bullsh*t
Gotta watch who you f*ck with and who you fool with
F*ck around, get murdered by a n*gga you was cool with
And set up by the same b*tch you used to go to school with
Sometimes you gotta Ride Solo, (sometimes)
Sometimes you gotta ride solo
Loyalty ain't the same
You ain't alive if you never felt pain

[Verse 2]
One of my n*ggas stole some money from a n*gga, he was trippin'
That's why you never bring your homeboys where you livin'
Chose the wrong path, thought a n*gga wouldn't find out
Laid up in LA, using the b*tch as a hideout
Couldn't tell em sh*t and every time I cried out
He left me in the middle of the street like a wideout
Told 'em don't go, but he ain't listen, now he gone
Spent the rest of the night chirpin' the n*gga phone
Next mornin' came, see my brother outside
Tears runnin' down his face, knew my homeboy died
And I'd be lyin' if I say I didn't cry
It been 10 years, still askin' God "why?"

[Hook]
When your baby momma trippin' and your n*ggas on some bullsh*t
Gotta watch who you f*ck with and who you fool with
F*ck around, get murdered by a n*gga you was cool with
And set up by the same b*tch you used to go to school with
Sometimes you gotta ride solo, (sometimes)
Sometimes you gotta ride solo
Loyalty ain't the same
You ain't alive if you never felt pain

[Verse 3]
Comin' home from the studio, n*gga on your couch
Talkin' to your baby mama, f*ck is that about
Raise a eyebrow, but you let the sh*t go
She a cold ass b*tch, n*gga, everybody know
But not at in the beginnin', she was fine as hell
So you went in her, f*cked up, thought you had you a winner
And little did you know, she had n*ggas on the side
Tryna be a family man, had to let the sh*t ride
Whole damn time, b*tch thinkin' she was slick
On top of you but mind on another n*gga d*ck
Only think she ain't do was bring a n*gga round your kids
B*tches ain't sh*t but that's just how it is

[Hook]
When your baby momma trippin' and your n*ggas on some bullsh*t
Gotta watch who you f*ck with and who you fool with
F*ck around, get murdered by a n*gga you was cool with
And set up by the same b*tch you used to go to school with
Sometimes you gotta ride solo, (sometimes)
Sometimes you gotta ride solo
Loyalty ain't the same
You ain't alive if you never felt pain