Da Kurlzz - Dead In Ditches lyrics

[Intro: Deuce] f**ing f*ggots! That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride That's when we, that's when we ride on these b**hes That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride That's when we, that's when we ride on these b**hes. Oh! [Chorus: Deuce] That's when we ride on b**hes You f**ing f*ggot snitches So don't you try, we're packin' 9's We leave you dead in ditches That's when we ride on b**hes You f**ing f*ggot snitches So don't you try, we're packin' 9's We leave you dead in ditches [Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears] 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 then the 40's gone To lick shots k** 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 H.U. soldiers... Punk! Rock out 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 [Chorus: Deuce] That's when we ride on b**hes You f**ing f*ggot snitches So don't you try, we're packin' 9's We leave you dead in ditches That's when we ride on b**hes You f**ing f*ggot snitches So don't you try, we're packin' 9's We leave you dead in ditches [Verse 2: Charlie Scene] Wait up hold on... Oh no Got you f*ggots in a choke hold And I think I like you, but my 9's sho' don't And how many shots til' you hit that flo'... I bet fo' (Yo Charlie you loco) Fo' sho', how many people dipping in my fo' door? (I see three) b**h 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 f** did I just say I don't ask any questions I just spray So hey, what I may say may be risqué, 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... b**h! [Chorus: Deuce] That's when we ride on b**hes You f**ing f*ggot snitches So don't you try, we're packin' 9's We leave you dead in ditches That's when we ride on b**hes You f**ing f*ggot snitches So don't you try, we're packin' 9's We leave you dead in ditches [Verse 3: Funny Man] In the Coupe De'Ville with the shiny rims, playing these b**hes like a violin I got more freaks than a carnival, pop my trunk there's my arsenal I 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... Oooh, Wee! Yo King Kong swinging from a tree! Dropping on these haters so they bleed! I'm coming at you b**hes full speed! (Funnyman lay off the weed!) Oh people get jealous when I'm skatin' on Dayton's And that's like Freddy Kruger hatin' on Jason That's got the Funny Man losing his patience... Leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin! [Half-Hook] (Undead!) [Bridge: Deuce] What!? Say what the f**! Six shooters up! Now what the f**!? Point them up! [Verse 4: 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 side ways white bold L A Flat on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray Wig split face ripped, nod if you're listenin' Shot to the cross leave you dead like a Christian Pop pop, your heart just stops stops When I just co*k co*k, 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... [Outro: Deuce] That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride That's when we, that's when we ride on these b**hes. Oh! That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride That's when we, that's when we ride on these b**hes. Oh!