lirik lagu rondoe - when we ride
[verse 1: lil mo]
same thing another day, yea i’m still on the same sh~t
besides my shoes and my clothes, i ain’t changed sh~t
gun by my hip and my hand by my waist
put this metal to your head, knock your neck out of place
i’m in the race and i’m leading
gear shifting, wheels spinning
authentic that me, in a fresh white tee
ed hardy’s on my ass, 23’s on my feet
with my eyes in the rearview, clutching on my heat
ima beast
grittin’, pushin’ cavey on the streets
its big bizness, i be spittin’, going dummy on the beat
get doe and stack grands
doe that’s my right hand
reppin’ fifty seven with my pistol in my right hand
doper than an quarter key, so tell me who’s dope as me
wanna test my nuts? i’m in the 50’s n~gga, come and see
but you don’t wanna do that, i’m telling you cuz
get to yanking on this trigga, spittin’, choppin’ them slugs
[chorus: fireman]
when we ride, we ride, i go
fo sho
2~2~3’s we shoot those
from far away
my n~ggas in the game like everyday
you n~ggas on the bench ya’ll hardly play
i go
[verse 2: rondoe]
have you ever took a life? have you ever pushed white?
cuz i’ve been out here, you just got off your trike
i ball like a ??? when i’m off in the paint
the first gun that i ever yanked cuz was a k
when i was young i used to be on hot sh~t
i was dumping packs, ya’ll was marching for mr. smith
2~23’s or 7 point 6~2’s
known to rip through cars and make a sucka do~do
i’m tired of these n~ggas actin like they bullet proof
suckas turn b~tch when they bump into a real dude
i’ve been out here like all day, gettin’ like paper
i’m a factor like rich, i guess that’s why they hate us
you all on the sideline, jeffin’ with your pom~poms
we gone see who with the mob, when this chop start firing
i hope you riding with god, cuz he the only one can save you
i be on my turf, i don’t hang out in grandview
[chorus: fireman]
when we ride, we ride, i go
fo sho
2~2~3’s we shoot those
from far away
my n~ggas in the game like everyday
you n~ggas on the bench ya’ll hardly play
i go
[verse 3: tay diggs]
take ten paces turn around and let the blammie bust
do it like the western fl!cks, you suckas can’t f~ck with us
swear my n~ggas tough as f~ck, on the block pitching
finger f~cking k’s and searching for a witness
i’m the type of rider say hi to a n~gga
probably pull out the burner, and body a n~gga
dreadlock mobsta, smoking with my rasta
h~lla high on cat~p~ss, and looking for survivors
outside of zin while these n~ggas looking iffy
sh~t i don’t know, my trigga finger kinda itchy
blame it on the alcohol, these n~ggas kinda tipsy
tap dance and murk off in the fifties
and when these f~ggots talk, it sound sweeter than a bumble yum
i put the titties on the chop and that’s the double drum
reload that thing and separate your brains from your body
and turned around and screamed, i got him
[chorus: fireman]
when we ride, we ride, i go
fo sho
2~2~3’s we shoot those
from far away
my n~ggas in the game like everyday
you n~ggas on the bench ya’ll hardly play
i go
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