Текст, перевод и аккорды “We Gone Ride”
- Intro (Hussien Fatal): ***gun loaded and cocked**** Y'all niggas throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot shit (Hussein Fatal) Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya, buck then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ??? we gone ride for this, my niggas die for this see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz tryin' ta B-I-G, just not Notorious frost the brick to get you niggas off the dick gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick murda incorporated, of course ya hate it Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick when Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas speak my name keep the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit burnas when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the burna (Napoleon) I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf and I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas turn him to the side before they ass'll get crunk nigga head rush that fag ass nigga clinked Napolean send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on again shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks fuck the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's me standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor like the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous that Moonie bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they panties we ride nigga, it's hard cause they hide nigga and matter fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz (Yukmouth) Fake ass, soldier niggas wannabe Yuk Y'all niggas scared severly Hook 1 (Yukmouth): Bitch! If you fuck with Tha Outlawz: (Nigga we gone ride) If you fuck with the Regime: (Nigga we gone ride) Bitch! Because... (You gone die) And then... (He gone die) But what... (It's a suicide) Because... (Bitch we gone ride) (Young Noble) From Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff representin both sides wearin camoflauge cloth I'm in a line up like what ?????, Outlawin' up hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is weak Nobility in the winter niggas feelin' the heat I got this Outlawz across my belly, never surrender if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you or some lil nigga that ain't never met Pac who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops a thug father, the lil nigga was young Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a slump hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga two shots to the head you can run if yo figure (E.D.I.) Young Noble, we still gone ride... I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle can't a muthafucka touch you when the law love you and we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to burn muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to learn stuck in a can of worms, bad terms and all fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call nigga Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas cant sleep comin outta every jeep bitch peep this your man wasn't shit and neither is you and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still lallygaggin in the game made room for the real I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off easy have ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me half of you fag niggas is part time ridahs some of the time killas, wit all of the time squealaz Repeat Hook 1 Hook 2 (Yukmouth): If you fuckin' wit Rap-A-Lot: (Nigga we gone ride) If you fuckin' wit *scratch overlapping lyrics* (Nigga we gone ride) Because... (You gone die) And then... (He gone die) But what... (It's suicide) My nigga... (We gone ride) (Yukmouth) Bitch we gone ride Thug Lord in this bitch Regime shit nigga... Yuk plays and they call the fuckin fire marshal supply the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling) the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth Maul burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable remarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and wobble my clique follow, ain't no fair squabble (Regime Life!) these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollows desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga swallow a bitch don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo let my cock go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachos recognize the Mob like HBO Sopranos niggas get played like pianos, dirt
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