Nu World Ryders M.C.

awu0435u043bu0438 true re chall algorithmsuc0ac TQ up in this motherfuckers, for the one-off. If you down with new world riders, then you need to get to the dance floor and put your gloves in the air and bounce to this new shit. Post it in the lot, rocket send them choppers. No, we ain't no stunters here, we not no rough riders. Slide on them stacks and boosters riding right beside us. Niggas think it we the cops to weight them LEDs lighter. You bad? Put your bike up. Globes to the sky, bro. High as your ass can, so we could take over this nightclub. Shortest get hypo where they dress as much tighter cause they could tell from this song The fast lane, every lane, all black everything. Globes on our backs, steel flying past everything. Tails stretched out, popping willies on the shoulder. Get off them kitty sixes, one threes, way grown up. Y'all probably straight, but with us it's never dead nice. Party don't stop no matter what time the clock strikes. Cadillac watching DVDs at the red light. Flossy pop the clutch, spitting flames out his tailpipe. Some men we hit somelud, everybody show us love And they yelling, do whup in this motherfucker balcony. Get your gloves up buildings, then hey this whole d And this motherfucker Do whup. Some men we hit somelud, everybody show us love And they yelling, do whup in this motherfucker balcony. Get your clothes up buildings, then hey this whole d And this motherfucker Fuck RG on the track for the 1-0 Chico I see you baby for play up in this motherfucker. What up big band? Papa I see you one wheel with my West suburban niggas We're all the ladies in the world put your gloves in there one time you