Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Gone Ride, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Thug Lord: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
We Gone Ride |
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 Napoleon |
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 Napoleon, 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 |
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 can’t 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, dirty rotten scandal |
Inner city plan’ll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo |
Get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles |
The Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals |
Ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals |
My rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act like Pac |
Bitch nigga I don’t rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac |
Bring the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a Glock |
Ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original |
Y’all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein shit |
I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the criminal |
Lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn spiritual |
Repeat Hook 1 and 2×2 until fade |