Текст песни When We Ride - Deuce
Aye,
yo,
Deuce
You
hear
about
this
fuckboy
Danny?
Fucking
American
Idol
reject,
haha
Fucking
faggots
That's
when
we,
that's
when
we,
that's
when
we
ride
That's
when
we,
that's
when
we
ride
on
these
bitches
That's
when
we,
that's
when
we,
that's
when
we
ride
That's
when
we,
that's
when
we
ride
on
these
bitches
That's
when
we
ride
on
bitches
You
fucking
faggot
snitches
So
don't
you
try,
we're
packing
nines
We
leave
you
dead
in
ditches
That's
when
we
ride
on
bitches
You
fucking
faggot
snitches
So
don't
you
try,
we're
packing
nines
We
leave
you
dead
in
ditches
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
gotta
die,
they
gon'
wish
they
called
truce
Kinda
Major
on
the
track,
got
Truth
Gadjet
got
the
facts
if
you
faggots
want
proof
Might
as
well
hang
it
up
now,
no
noose
I'm
fucking
everybody,
leave
your
pussies
out
loose
Tie
'em
up,
and
I'll
throw
'em
in
the
trunk
Fuckers
wanted
war,
and
I'mma
give
'em
what
they
want
Bend
they
ass
over,
I'mma
treat
'em
like
a
punk
Prison
break
that
ass
off,
go
till
I
bust
a
nut
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
never
have,
never
will
Go
try
and
find
a
better
rapper
with
some
better
skill
I
murder
motherfuckers,
I
massacre
for
the
thrill
Itching
for
some
fucking
killing
and
blood
is
my
Benadryl
That's
when
we
ride
on
bitches
You
fucking
faggot
snitches
So
don't
you
try,
we're
packing
nines
We
leave
you
dead
in
ditches
That's
when
we
ride
on
bitches
You
fucking
faggot
snitches
So
don't
you
try,
we're
packing
nines
We
leave
you
dead
in
ditches
Look,
now
you've
got
to
admit
No
one
likes
your
pussy
music
It's
sad
you
sold
out
but
didn't
sell
shit
You
fucking
idiots,
lip
sync
fags,
Milli
Vanilli,
bitch
How
the
fuck
do
you
call
yourself
a
band?
You
can
barely
rap
It's
on
now,
what
comes
up
must
come
down
When
this
shit
flies,
they
won't
be
around
Saying
I
couldn't
spit
was
their
biggest
mistake
Now
Undead
sucks,
they're
a
bunch
of
fakes
Johnny's
getting
overweight,
he's
too
fat
to
be
calling
names
Let's
play
a
game,
Everyone's
Listening
When
I
say
"fuck,"
sing
along
and
say
"fuck
HU"
"Fuck
HU"
When
I
say
"what's
my
name,"
you
call
me
Big
Deuce
What's
my
name?
"Big
Deuce"
That's
when
we
ride
on
bitches
You
fucking
faggot
snitches
So
don't
you
try,
we're
packing
nines
We
leave
you
dead
in
ditches
That's
when
we
ride
on
bitches
You
fucking
faggot
snitches
So
don't
you
try,
we're
packing
nines
We
leave
you
dead
in
ditches
It's
what
it
is,
I'm
best
in
the
biz
Black
ski
mask
and
the
cig
Two
clips,
two
sips
off
of
that
Rosay
Hit
my
man
Jose
with
the
coke
weight
OC,
hit
a
bump
of
that
cree
cree
HU
be
softer
than
the
sea
breeze
Fuck
you,
we
be
nuttier
than
a
Reese's
And
we
see
more
dough,
move
more
blow
Deuce
gone
solo,
dropped
y'all
homos
So
fly,
out
come
the
parachute
I'm
always
first
to
peel,
never
scared
to
shoot
The
Truth,
you
know
I'm
out
for
the
loot
Headed
to
the
top,
we
moving
through
the
roof
Shorty
got
her
top
down
just
like
the
Coupe
Fuck
you,
this
is
Nine
Lives
Real
life,
my
ties,
one
slip
and
you
all
die
That's
when
we
ride
on
bitches
You
fucking
faggot
snitches
So
don't
you
try,
we're
packing
nines
We
leave
you
dead
in
ditches
What?
Say,
"what
the
fuck?"
Six
shooters
up
Now,
what
the
fuck?
Point
them
up
I'mma
snatch
your
mask
off
and
tell
it
like
it
is
No
more
talent,
no
more
showbiz
Deuce
left
the
band,
and
now
y'all
a
bunch
of
jokes
Hollywood
is
Dead,
and
that's
all
she
fucking
wrote
Leave
you
dead
in
a
ditch,
yes,
heard
you
were
snitches
Nine
Lives,
that's
how
we
ride
on
you
bitches
Yeah,
I
said
it,
it's
Doe-boy
from
GML
If
you
get
hurt
feelings,
oh
well
Do
something,
you
couldn't
fade
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
y'all
flopped
Wack-ass
lyrics,
I
mean
garbage
Leaky
like
a
faucet,
your
whole
entourage
Wish
on
a
star?
Bitch,
you'll
never
make
a
million
Nine
Lives
and
GML
in
the
building
That's
when
we,
that's
when
we,
that's
when
we
ride
That's
when
we,
that's
when
we
ride
on
these
bitches
That's
when
we,
that's
when
we,
that's
when
we
ride
That's
when
we,
that's
when
we
ride
on
these
bitches
Альбом
Compilation
1 Circles (Remix)
2 Franny
3 Here in L.A.
4 Blood on My Hands
5 Break Them Wallz
6 Hollyhood Vacation
7 Breaking Through
8 Far Away
9 Who We Are
10 When We Ride
11 Story Of A Snitch
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