That's when we, That's when we, That's when we ride, That's when we, That's when we ride on these bitches.
That's when we, That's when we, That's when we ride, That's when we, That's when we ride on these bitches.
That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches!
That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches!
[J3T] Don't get us wrong, we only made this song, To make you feel hard when you hit the bong, When the 40's up, and then the 40's gone, To lick shots, kill cops to a hip-hop song. So pull them toasters out them holsters, Pull that shirt right off your shoulders, Pull that 9, this is how you hold her, Pull that trigger, HU Soldiers!
Punk, rock 'em on the block! Tick tock, you cannot stop! Hip hop like when we drop top, so hot! Johnny 3's been drinking whiskey, Trigger finger feeling frisky, When you shoot it's so damn risky, Dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me!
[Deuce] That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches! That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches!
[Charlie Scene] Wait up, hold on, oh no, Got you faggots in a choke hold, And I think I like you, but my 9 sho' don't, And how many shots till you hit that flo', I bet fo'!
[Funny Man] Yo Charlie, you loco!
[Charlie Scene] Fo' sho', how many people dippin' in my fo' door?
[Funny Man] I see three!
[Charlie Scene] Bitch no, there's five in the back, And your girl's on my lap, She's a down low, pro ho', fo' sho'!
What? What the fuck did I just say, I don't ask any questions, I just spray, So hey, what I may say maybe risky, Deuce made me this way! That's why you don't want no beef, 'Cause me verse you's like beat the geeks, And we can talk right here or in the street, But my gun talks first, 'cause he loves to speak, bitch!
[Deuce] That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches! That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches!
[Funny Man] Yo, in the Coupe DeVille with the shiny rims, Playing these bitches like a violin, I got more freaks than a carnival, Pop the trunk, there's my arsenal, I've got bats, gats, straps, so let's start a war, I'll eat you alive like a carnivore, My guns need nicotine, they smoke more than me, I'm with my boy Charles P, he'll go to war with me!
Oh wee, yo King Kong, swinging from a tree! Dropping on these haters, so they bleed! I'm coming at you bitches full speed!
[Charlie Scene] Funny Man, lay off the weed!
[Funny Man] Oh people get jealous when I'm skating on Daytons, And that's like Freddy Krueger hating on Jason, That's got the Funny Man losing his patience, Leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin!
[Deuce] That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches!
UNDEAD!
What? Say what the fuck! Six shooters up1 Now what the fuck? Point them up!
[J-Dog] Who's down to ride, who's down to ride? Undead pop shots, we're down to die! Who's down to die, who's down to die? Undead pop shots, we're bound to ride!
Black hat sideways, white bold LA, Flat on your back, leave you smoked like an ashtray, Wig split, face ripped, nod if you're listening, Shot to the cross, leave you dead like a christian! Pop, pop, your heart just, Stops stops, when I just, Cock, cock, my gun, 'Cause I shoot for fun, that's how the west was won! I sell an ounce and then I sell two more, Then I come to collect with the pistol 44, There's some truth to that, about the weed or the gat, You may never know, just leave it at.
[Deuce] That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches! That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
