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 packin` 9’s,
we leave you dead in ditches.


Don’t 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 3’s been drinking whiskey,Trigger finger feeling frisky,
when you shoot it’s 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’ don’t.
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, there’s five in the back,
and your girls on my lap, she’s a down low,
pro ho, fo’ sho. What? What the fuck did I just say,
I don’t ask any questions I just spray.
So hey, what I may say may be riskee Deuce made me this way.
That’s why you don’t want no beef,
cause me verse you’s 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 De’Ville with the shiny rims,
playing these bitches like a violin.
I got more freaks than a carnival,
pop the trunk there’s my arsenal.
I got bats gats straps so let’s start a war,
I’ll eat you alive like a carnivore.
My guns need nicotine they smoke more than me,
I’m with my boy Charles P, he’ll go to war with me.
Ooh wee…. Yo King Kong… swinging from a tree,
dropping on these haters so they bleed, I’m coming at yo