Tha producer :
Thats when we, thats when we, thats when we ride.
Thats when we, thats when we ride on these bitches.
Tha Producer: chorus
That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, so dont you try, were packin` 9s,
we leave you dead in ditches.
Johnny 3 Tears:
Dont 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, H U soldiers.Punk (punk), rock out on the block, tick tock you can not stop(stop), hip hop like when we drop top so hot (so hot). Johnny 3s been drinking whiskey,Trigger finger feeling frisky, when you shoot its so damn risky, dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me
Wait up hold on... oh no, got you faggots in a choke hold,
And I think I like you, but my 9 sho dont. And how many shots till you hit that flo, I bet fo. (Yo Charlie you loco). Fo sho, how many people dipping in my fo door. (I see three) Bitch no, theres five in the back, and your girls on my lap, shes a down low, pro ho, fo sho. What? What the fuck did I just say, I dont ask any questions I just spray. So hey, what I may say may be risky Deuce made me this way. Thats why you dont want no beef, cause me verse yous like beat the geeks. And we can talk right or in the street, but my gun talks first cause he loves to speak BITCH
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 theres my arsenal. I got bats gats straps so lets start a war, Ill eat you alive like a carnivore. My guns need nicotine they smoke more than me, Im with my boy Charles P, hell go to war with me. Ooh wee. Yo King Kong swinging from a tree, dropping on these haters so they bleed, Im coming at you bitches full speed, (Funny Man lay off the weed!). Oh people get jealous when Im skatin on Dayton`s, and thats like Freddy Kruger hatin on Jason. Thats got the Funny Man losing his patience leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin
What, Say what the fuck, Six shooters up, now what the fuck . point them up. Whos down to ride, whos down to ride, Undead pop shots were down to die.Whos down to die whos down to die, Undead pop shots, were bound to ride. Black hat side ways white bold LA, flat on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray. Wig split face ripped, nod if youre listenin 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 thats how the west was won. I sell an ounce and then I sell two more, then I come to collect with the pistol 44. Theres some truth to that, About the weed or the gat, you may never know, just leave it at ...