[Verse 1: A.L.T.]

Yo, it's Sunday, wake up at a quarter to four

And I was still feeling buzzed from the night before

Put on the TV set, but the cable’s out

Damn, only the night before the job is bout

I get dress, put on my baggies and my Raiders cap

Vatos, they be bugging so I got's to strap

Yo, call the posse cause it ain't no joke

He got a 82. Regal on some Dayton spokes

And we be rolling, chop top, gangsta down

Put the Lakeside on the gangsta sound

On the boulevard, being hard

Yo, got that baggy on the 40 so the pisto cold

Bust a left so the juda was behind us

We in our own neighborhood, they won’t find us

Aye, yo the hynas, they be looking cause the ride was fly

And me and my homies, we be riding high

[Hook: Rich Garcia]

I'm riding high, I'm riding on that highway

I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me

[Verse 2: A.L.T.]

Yo, I just got out of work, I had a long one

Tequila was [?] so pass me a strong one

Sitting on the stool, sipping a brew, playing some and acting a fool

At the local par, we call a Double-L

We got 86 cause we was raising hell

So we went to my homeboy's pad

A crazy after hour where the girls were bad

Get down, get down, that's my motto

Slow Pain was pimping a girl, holding a bottle

We met some hynas, man the girls were fine

And Poe, he was freaking on a girl's behind

Now A.L.T., that's me, homes, yesta

Man with a 40, in his hand smoking yeska

The girl, he said that the crew was fly

And me and my homies, yo we be riding high

[Hook: Rich Garcia]

I’m riding high, I’m riding on that highway

I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me

[Verse 3: A.L.T.]

Yo, it’s hot as hell on the LA streets

And I was cruising, listening the old school beats

Yeah, just rolling with the top down

Aye, yo punk, step up or get drop down

Once again it's on, the girls are on

Yo Marvin's on, so let's get it on

So we park in a dark spot

The 40s were cold and the girls were hot

While the weekends come, the weekends go

The girls that we got never said no

So the dog is out, the night is old

The girls went home so the stories told

And me and my homies, we was bugging, laughing

And then we started telling everybody what happened

We told them, damn, man the girls was fly

And me and my homies, yo we be riding high

[Hook: Rich Garcia]

I’m riding high, I'm riding on that highway

I'm riding high, let me take you on a trip with me

I'm riding high, I'm rolling with my homies

I'm riding high, let me take you on that gangsta ride