Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - We bout to Ride

{dj paul: talking}

Yeah nigga

The mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch

I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall now nigga

Now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes

And tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga

{juicy j}

(background mixed through various parts of whole song)

Drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast youll be flying

{crunchy black}

We bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x2)

{dj paul}

Like thisssssssssss

Now in my city its so real in my city its so fake

Got some niggas thats gone play got some niggas that gone hate

Got some niggas thats gone dis the treal niggas on the tape

But them the ones who want the streets so they start to evaporate

Thats why them niggas aint around no more

Cause them niggas could sell no more

Without the hypnotize or the prophet nigga you is no more

Got plaques up on my walls

Got twenties on my cars

Keep coming like you coming and Im gonna show you

I aint fucked up bout no charge nigga

{juicy j}

Can you niggas feel my pain

Catch me standing in the rain

Holding on a rusty 2

Bout to act a fuckin fool

Is the 6 the devil though

Make you wanna powder your nose

Have you smoking hydro weed

Satisfaction guaranteed

Bucking wild and throwing signs

Knowing these niggas done loss they minds

Blame it on coriddy and ooh

When we cock them thangs and shoot

Thinking somebody had seen my face

Now Im gonna catch a murder case

Just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river

{[dj paul] crunchy black}

[they try to]

We bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x4)

{dj paul: talking}

Hahaha yall niggas still dont understand

Nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck around you

And see who you see nigga all you see is me

Hypnotized c-a-m-motherfuckin-p bitch

Come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it coming

{project pat}

So you wanna try a

Nigga with the nine-a

Creep up from behind ya

Like the macarena

Shoot ya in your spine-a

Strap ya like a minor

Patch out your hizead

Slug bloody rized

Staying on the low low

Hating thats a no no

Duck taping trick up

In the trunk you go go

You gonna shake and shiver

Pain I deliver

Kidnapping fools throw they body in the river

{koopsta knicca}

Let get this on

You think I just piss off them fuckin sluts then a

The streets auto traffic gonna fuck you up but now

I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it

Got some midgets in my clizick now Im pimping bitch

My friends have brand new teams

Twenties hundred aint she motherfuckin funny

North memphis come we catching everything and money

Home at night keep my motherfuckin eyes open

Cause last night Im dealing with the fedz in the corner store

{crunchy black}

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

I locked em in the trunk

And dropped they bodies off

See cash in b.z. you get that sawed off funk

Point to your head and then left someone dead

Then try that with thugs and be half out your head

See messing with me is like messing with the fedz

See messing with me is like being halfway dead

Most niggas dont walk my path I done already laid

Put 2 in the gun and flex so I wont be in that resting place

{lord infamous}

Dont make me get ignorant, feel the incisions

I shall make fragments, daggerous dragon

Poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous

Can you imagine, me with the magnum

Fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes

What the fuck happen, torture and trap them

Satan is digging, scarecrow premonition

The world is ending, please make a decision

{lachat}

Mayn fuck that shit

Go get that bitch and throw her ass in my trunk

That infrared net be getting her head

She make more sounds and she dumped

Where the fuck the evidence bitch

Only heat for my witness

You think Im playing what you saying

Lachat aint bout her business

I tote my glock I keep it cocked

The .38 slug for a nigga

Could be my brother husband cousin

Fuck him I pull the trigger

Got no remorse wont sympathize

Aint got no love in my soul

Dont fuck with me know who I be

Lachat that murdering hoe

{t-rock}

I got him running from my slugs wrath

Niggas get they mugs snapped

Licking shots from plastic glocks

You marinate in blood baths

Ignorance leave my manner

Silently concealed with anna

Hoe I pugulize your skull

And split it with the snipers scanner

Insert the capping glock

Gunpoint faster props

Lock and load like master lock

And hit you for an aftershock

Im a snake so meet your fate

Compensate the paper chase

Triple 6 is running shit

Corroborate and we make you wait

{lil pat}

Yous out there thinking we just bullshittin

About this shit gone whined up being

The very motherfucker with they wig split

Laying there in the corner

That you cant just see me come out of

Now you think a nigga still playing

Bitch whats up cuz

Like I always said

Im gonna tell you once and aint no more

I think I done made it clear enough

About how these ballers like the road

I aint you hoe

Lil p dont mess with me when I get good and crunk

Or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin trunk

{juicy j}

(background mixed)

Drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast youll be flying

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them niggas aint around no more Cause them niggas could sell no more Without the hypnotize or the prophet nigga you is no more Got plaques up on my walls Got twenties on my cars Keep coming like you coming and Im gonna show you I aint fucked up bout no charge nigga {juicy j} Can you niggas feel my pain Catch me standing in the rain Holding on a rusty 2 Bout to act a fuckin fool Is the 6 the devil though Make you wanna powder your nose Have you smoking hydro weed Satisfaction guaranteed Bucking wild and throwing signs Knowing these niggas done loss they minds Blame it on coriddy and ooh When we cock them thangs and shoot Thinking somebody had seen my face Now Im gonna catch a murder case Just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river {[dj paul] crunchy black} [they try to] We bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x4) {dj paul: talking} Hahaha yall niggas still dont understand Nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck around you And see who you see nigga all you see is me Hypnotized c-a-m-motherfuckin-p bitch Come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it coming {project pat} So you wanna try a Nigga with the nine-a Creep up from behind ya Like the macarena Shoot ya in your spine-a Strap ya like a minor Patch out your hizead Slug bloody rized Staying on the low low Hating thats a no no Duck taping trick up In the trunk you go go You gonna shake and shiver Pain I deliver Kidnapping fools throw they body in the river {koopsta knicca} Let get this on You think I just piss off them fuckin sluts then a The streets auto traffic gonna fuck you up but now I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it Got some midgets in my clizick now Im pimping bitch My friends have brand new teams Twenties hundred aint she motherfuckin funny North memphis come we catching everything and money Home at night keep my motherfuckin eyes open Cause last night Im dealing with the fedz in the corner store {crunchy black} Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo I locked em in the trunk And dropped they bodies off See cash in b.z. you get that sawed off funk Point to your head and then left someone dead Then try that with thugs and be half out your head See messing with me is like messing with the fedz See messing with me is like being halfway dead Most niggas dont walk my path I done already laid Put 2 in the gun and flex so I wont be in that resting place {lord infamous} Dont make me get ignorant, feel the incisions I shall make fragments, daggerous dragon Poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous Can you imagine, me with the magnum Fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes What the fuck happen, torture and trap them Satan is digging, scarecrow premonition The world is ending, please make a decision {lachat} Mayn fuck that shit Go get that bitch and throw her ass in my trunk That infrared net be getting her head She make more sounds and she dumped Where the fuck the evidence bitch Only heat for my witness You think Im playing what you saying Lachat aint bout her business I tote my glock I keep it cocked The .38 slug for a nigga Could be my brother husband cousin Fuck him I pull the trigger Got no remorse wont sympathize Aint got no love in my soul Dont fuck with me know who I be Lachat that murdering hoe {t-rock} I got him running from my slugs wrath Niggas get they mugs snapped Licking shots from plastic glocks You marinate in blood baths Ignorance leave my manner Silently concealed with anna Hoe I pugulize your skull And split it with the snipers scanner Insert the capping glock Gunpoint faster props Lock and load like master lock And hit you for an aftershock Im a snake so meet your fate Compensate the paper chase Triple 6 is running shit Corroborate and we make you wait {lil pat} Yous out there thinking we just bullshittin About this shit gone whined up being The very motherfucker with they wig split Laying there in the corner That you cant just see me come out of Now you think a nigga still playing Bitch whats up cuz Like I always said Im gonna tell you once and aint no more I think I done made it clear enough About how these ballers like the road I aint you hoe Lil p dont mess with me when I get good and crunk Or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin trunk {juicy j} (background mixed) Drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast youll be flying Нравится песня? 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