Gadget - When We Ride lyrics

[Intro: Truth] Hey yo, Deuce You heard about this f** boy Danny f**in' American Idol reject f**in' f*ggots [Pre-Hook: Deuce] (x2) 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 [Hook: Deuce] (x2) 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 [Verse 1: Gadget of Kinda Major] Yo, Hollywood Who? Without my dog, Deuce Don't make me have to rhyme, man, the boy got juice In or outside, this ain't only in the booth Somebody gotta die, they gon' wish they called truce Kinda Major on a track, got Truth Gadjet got 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 all 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 motherf**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've got to admit No one likes your p**y music They say you sold out, but didn't sell sh** f**ing idiots, lip sync f*gs Milli Vanilli b**h How the f** do you call yourself 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 Johnny's 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 cig, 2 clips 2 sips off of that Rosay, hit 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 Resee's And we see more dough, move more blow Deuce go solo, drop y'all h*mos So fly out come 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 [Hook] [Bridge: Deuce] What, say what the f** Six shooters up Now, what the f** Point them up [Verse 4: Doebeezi of 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 y'all a bunch of jokes Hollywood is dead, 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 Doeboy from GML If you got hurt feelings, oh well Do something you couldn't face me on your best day The Wiz Kid's 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]