Who's Gonna Ride(Album Version) feat. Three 6 Mafia

歌詞

(DJ Paul-Talking) Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M" back in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse. And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time. We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Infamous, and me DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town. And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO! (HOOK) Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia! (La Chat) La Chat, with that gat The other queen of Memphis Hypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches... (Gangsta Boo) ...In the club posted up Eight hundred dollar bottles Sippin' Cris fuck a glass Nigga drink it out the bottle... (La Chat) ...Don't be hatin' and shit 'Cause we gettin' paid and shit Ain't no need be lyin' till I die I'm gon' be lovin' this... (Gangsta Boo) ...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta Ridin' nigga posted up Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin' Lettin' the lugers bust Chat, you got my fuckin' back? (La Chat) Yeah I got your fuckin' back Buckin' bitches that be hatin' Blow their chest up through their back (Gangsta Boo) High as hell can't you tell 'Cause my eyes are red as fire 'Bout to fuck this nigga Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit You cannot faze me (La Chat) So you heard it from the queens HCP we be together Fuckin' with my family bitch It's gon' have to be whatever... (HOOK 1X) (Crunchy Blac) How can you relate to this Niggaz they be hatin' this Purple fuckin' tradin' man Barely makin' dividends Burn it man, half in Better known as "assed in" All I want is money man Can't you niggaz comprehend? Lock and fuckin' load fool Break the fuckin' law fool Ain't no attitude fool This is what we came to do With them bodies in the bag Put that dope in the bag Put that money in the bag Let's go fool, rat tat tat (Juicy "J") They call me Juicy gigolo Got hoes that fill A statue of a fool With them platinum tips I'm tellin' all you bitches To beware of the game I'm tellin' all you niggaz To beware of the lames I freak your baby mama Put her on the house I got my dick sucked When I was on the couch My nigga walked in He said that hoe was stout I hit it from the back My nigga took her mouth (Project Pat) By love real my nig Let blood spill my nig Shoot to kill my nig If ya real my nig Project Pat my nig I spit facts my nig Hang with macks my nig Who tote gats my nig It's blast or be left Baller in your blood White girl up your nose Ya high off that bud A slug in the lot Your car and no strap Blew your gotdamn brains In your partner's lap (Lord Infamous) Choose your weapons But boy choose them carefully Each of my poisons Are deadlier melodies I am the doctor And this is your therapy You can have one So you must get a pair of these Beat, bound and gagged Bump off bounty Place all his pieces All over county The shit's very lethal That I place in the needle Prepare you for your last trip To the Cathedral (DJ Paul) I seen how TV can hurt And plus platinum plaques to match And add them twenties and vogues And Gucci jackets on backs We got them Bentlys and Benzes And all them Lexus on lock The pictures gettin' kind of clearer I see why them bitches hot You hoes is strugglin' and starvin' And wanna rise in the hood It's cold I'm crankin' up heat And that you wish ya'll could Y'all wish y'all could get back with us Then maybe then you could shine Like the rappers you wish you was And get off the grind I'm keepin' one in the chamber Because I'm filled up with anger And when I see yo little hoe 'n' You knowin' your life's in danger I do a show y'all in the front row Hollerin' no kind of shit