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rondoe - when we ride lyrics

[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

- rondoe lyrics

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