Gadget - When We Ride (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Truth & Deuce] Hey yo, Deuce You hear about this f** boy Danny f**in' American Idol reject... f**in' 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! (X2) [Hook: Deuce] That's when we ride on b**hes, you f**in' f*ggot snitches So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches (X2) [Verse 1: Kinda Major] Yo, Hollywood Who? Without my dawg Deuce Don't make me have to rhyme, Man the boy got juice In or outside, this ain't only in the booth Somebody gonna die, they gonna wish they called truce Kinda Major on a track got Truth, Gadjet get the facts If you f*ggots wants proof, might as well hang it up now No noose I'm f**in' everybody, leave your pussies out loose Tie em' up and I throw em' in the trunk f**ers want a war And I'mma give em' what they want Bend they a** over I'mma treat them like a punk Prison break that a** off Going til I bust a nut I don't give a f**, never have never will Go try find a better rapper with some better sk** I murder mother f**ers, I ma**acre for the thrill Itching for some f**ing k**ing and blood is my Benadryl [Hook] [Verse 2: Deuce] Look now, you got to admit No one likes your p**y music You say you sold out, but didn't sell sh** f**ing idiots, lip sync f*gs milli vanili b**h How the f** do you call yourselves a band? You can barely rap it's on now What comes up must come must come down When this sh** flies, I won't be around Saying I can't spit was your biggest mistake Now UNDEAD s**s, they're a bunch of fakes Johnnys' getting overweight he's too fat to be callin' names Let's play a game Everyone's listening When I say f**, sing along and say "f** HU" f** HU! When I say "What's my name?" You call me Big Deuce What's my name? BIG DEUCE! [Hook] [Verse 3: Truth] It's what it is, I'm the best in the Biz Black ski masks and the sig, 2 clips 2 sips off of that Rosay With my man Jose with the coke Wait OC, and the bumb of the cree cree HU be softer then the sea breeze f** You We be nuttier than a resees And we see more dough Move more blow Deuce go solo, drop yall h*mos So fly come out the parachute I'm always first to bail Never scared to shoot The Truth, ya know I'm out for the loot Heading to the top We movin' through the roof Shorty got her top down Just like the coupe f** you, this is 9Lives Real like, my ties One slip and you all die Chorus: That's when we ride on b**hes, you f**in' f*ggot snitches So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches [Bridge: Deuce] What! Say what the f**! Six shooters up! Now, what the f**! Point them up! [Verse 4: GML] I'mma snatch your mask off And tell it like it is No more talent, no more show biz Deuce left the band Now yall a bunch of jokes Hollywood is Dead And that's all she f**ing wrote Leave you dead in the ditches Heard you were snitches 9Lives that's how We ride on you b**hes, yeah I said it, it's the boy from GML If you got hurt feeling, oh well Do something you couldn't Face me on your best day The Wiz Kid is gone That's why you get less pay Still remember when your First album dropped Skipped it to the chorus The rest of yall flopped Wack a** lyrics I mean garbage Leaky like a faucet Your whole entourage Wish on a star b**h You'll never make a million Ninelives and GML In the buildin' [Hook] [Verse 5: Vegas] b**h you piss me off when you f*ggots go and co*kblock Dippin in the coupe with the bitties in the droptop Rippin on these tracks, f** I keep it goin non stop I'm on top It's hard to reduce the use of paper When all we do is deduce the haters Here with Deuce, f**in Truth and Major I'm not angry dude it's my new behavior So f** $T$ Master he's such a ba*tard I'll cut his a** (word) He's too busy tryna act like a latin king To understand fully what the f** is happening Ninelives takin over Blind eyes see your sober My ties like a dozer Fly high super nova But, lately they hate me greatly but it ain't be enough to phase me Yellow caution tape see I keep it on safety