[Intro: Ice Cube x3]
Gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no

[Verse 1: O.G. Broncoe]
I'm cased out, cased up, Loc, locked down, I'm a menace
You stay C me givin' it up, a Loc for life 'cause I'm wit' it
I C fresh, dressed, like a million cuccs
I am the Locest Rip Rida in the navy blue Chucks
Not the low top type 'cause they slip and they slide
But the high tops for gangstas with the Stars on the side
I'm buckin' off-brand, all Slob clicks and tricks
And I'm from Eastside Fudge Town Mafia Crip
Watts Up, to my Locs on the 10 and the 5
In the cut on the street gettin' paid on the frontline
I ride for the C Side, death to my enemies
Mission to make a mill' and chill with my bigger G's

[Verse 2: Big Freeze]
I got a heat for you Slobs I catch slippin'
Set trippin' is my favorite past time, Cuz, 'cause I'm Crippin'
If you get to, a Glock on the block why stop at the cop job
But you know it just don't stop
'Cause block to block, young Locs check knots and knots
And that's how we do it in Watts
Much props to the old school Locs, in the lo-lo's
Levi's, old fashioned Polos, and Romeos
Bo' all new jack shh, 'cause bo' ain't a low, trick
Rollin' for my click, I ride with them Franklin Crips
If I catch you slippin' then I slap in the clip in
'Cause I'm Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crippin'
[Chorus]
Nationwide Rip Ridaz [x4]
Gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no [x4]

[Verse 3: Twin Loc]
AGC's comin' through on that Eastside, right (Right)
Where gangstas like to ride (ride) and do a homicide
I catch a Slob slippin', I break his freakin' neck (Northside)
And known for puttin' busta punk Slobs straight in check
Peep the real Crippin', back in '69
You young rookie don't know nothin' 'bout Jamil and Big Tookie
Doing dips in Green Meadows (Meadows)
I'm that little bitty fellow (Fellow)
Runnin' around while my Locs bustin' caps, hello (Hello!)
Recognize, when you see the gangstas comin' through
Dressed in blue, and we did it just for you (You!)
Not Bangin' on Wax, but bangin' for my hood
And I C, tossin' Slobs 'cause I'm up to no good
Would, you try to trip and you get straight bucked
And ask the Avalon Gangstas, do we give a mad-?
And if you trip, don't you know you gonna die, why (Why)
'Cause it's Nationwide (haha), Rip Ride

[Verse 4: B.G. Scarface]
Rat-tat-tat-tat, I got a Slob on his back
Paralyzed him waist down when his body was found
Outta bounds, he should've knew it was the True side (Side)
Made it to the Blue side (side), now in Atlantic Drive another Ru lies (Lies)
Before you Slobs think Atlantics is weak
We catch you Nanners on the creep and leave you six feet deep, sleep
[Verse 5: G-Bone]
Nationwide Rip Ride, what that double S like?
Gangsta Bone, B.G. Face, two 'Rip Atlantic Drives
Straight set trippin' when we have to
Leave your son a bastard
'Cause you Slob fools really smashed up
Blastin' up, fools, and I'm cop killin' too
B-A-B-Y G-S-T-A's comin' through
Gettin' loose on these fools comin' through (Comin' through)
Givin' blues to these Ru's and these marks off bash fools
Nationwide, what that Crip like, fool?
Nationwide Rip Ride
- Atlantic Drive!

[Chorus]
Nationwide Rip Ridaz [x4]
Gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no [x4]

[Verse 6: AWOL]
Puttin' it down, puttin' it down, ain't a thang to me either, Loc
I was a Kelly Park Crip, not a Joke
Rushed a Slob from Cedar, I'm on Alameda
Just did a Elm with the Glock 10 millimeter
A hoo-ride, that's it, you see
Kelly Park is a gang (gang) not a M-O-B-K
KPBG (Cuz), what's a Slob?
AK-47 on a Lollipop Mob, Loc
Kelly Crip with my homies (Neighborhood!) from the N Gang
Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane
The 47 still givin' it up
AWOL, Kelly Park Crip, Compton
[Verse 7: Koollay & Cixx Pac]
I represent that Eastside 'Rip, don't even trip
When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip (Watts Franklin Crip!)
Fool, ain't no stoppin' when I'm out there wig shoppin'
Mowin' down Slobs from Inglewood to Compton (Inglewood to Compton)
Quick to pop up on deck with a TEC
Spot a Slob and try my best to take off his neck (Take off his neck)
They should've told you about this Locsta
Out there bangin', with killers and Sherm smokers (Sherm smokers)
I'm claimin' F 'til I'm finally put to rest
And 'til then I'm bringin' nothin' but total death
Koollay bigg G from the FC
Watts Franklin Crip 'til they bury me

[Chorus]
Nationwide Rip Ridaz [x6]
Gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no [x6]