We 'bout To Ride Lyrics

yeah nigga

the mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch

I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall now nigga

now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes

and tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga

[Juicy J]

(background mixed through various parts of whole song)

drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying

[Crunchy Black]

we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools [x2]

[DJ Paul]

like thisssssssssss

now in my city its so real in my city its so fake

got some niggas that's gone play got some niggas that gone hate

got some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on the tape

but them the ones who want the streets so they start to evaporate

that's why them niggas ain't around no more

cause them niggas could sell no more

without the Hypnotize or the Prophet nigga you is no more

got plaques up on my walls

got twenties on my cars

keep coming like you coming and I'm gonna show you

I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga

[Juicy J]

can you niggas feel my pain

catch me standing in the rain

holding on a rusty 2

bout to act a fuckin fool

is the 6 the devil though

make you wanna powder your nose

have you smoking hydro weed

satisfaction guaranteed

bucking wild and throwing signs

knowing these niggas done loss they minds

blame it on Coriddy and Ooh

when we cock them thangs and shoot

thinking somebody had seen my face

now I'm gonna catch a murder case

just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river

[DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)]

They try to

(we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools) [x4]

[DJ Paul: talking]

hahaha y'all niggas still don't understand

nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck around you

and see who you see nigga all you see is me

Hypnotized C-A-M-motherfuckin-P bitch

come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it coming

[Project Pat]

so you wanna try a

nigga with the nine-a

creep up from behind ya

like the macarena

shoot ya in your spine-a

strap ya like a minor

patch out your hizead

slug bloody rized

staying on the low low

hating that's a no no

duck taping trick up

in the trunk you go go

you gonna shake and shiver

pain I deliver

kidnapping fools throw they body in the river

[Koopsta Knicca]

let get this on

you think I just piss off them fuckin sluts then a

the streets auto traffic gonna fuck you up but now

I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it

got some midgets in my clizick now I'm pimping bitch

my friends have brand new teams

twenties hundred ain't she motherfuckin funny

North Memphis come we catching everything and money

home at night keep my motherfuckin eyes open
Three 6 Mafia - We 'bout To Ride - http://motolyrics.com/three-6-mafia/we-bout-to-ride-lyrics.html
cause last night I'm dealing with the fedz in the corner store

[Crunchy Black]

yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

I locked em in the trunk

and dropped they bodies off

see cash in B.Z. you get that sawed off funk

point to your head and then left someone dead

then try that with thugs and be half out your head

see messing with me is like messing with the fedz

see messing with me is like being halfway dead

most niggas don't walk my path I done already laid

put 2 in the gun and flex so I won't be in that resting place

[Lord Infamous]

don't make me get ignorant, feel the incisions

I shall make fragments, daggerous dragon

poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous

can you imagine, me with the Magnum

fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes

what the fuck happen, torture and trap them

Satan is digging, Scarecrow premonition

the world is ending, please make a decision

[LaChat]

mayn fuck that shit

go get that bitch and throw her ass in my trunk

that infrared net be getting her head

she make more sounds and she dumped

where the fuck the evidence bitch

only heat for my witness

you think I'm playing what you saying

LaChat ain't bout her business

I tote my glock I keep it cocked

the .38 slug for a nigga

could be my brother husband cousin

fuck him I pull the trigger

got no remorse wont sympathize

ain't got no love in my soul

don't fuck with me know who I be

LaChat that murdering hoe

[T-Rock]

I got him running from my slugs wrath

niggas get they mugs snapped

licking shots from plastic glocks

you marinate in blood baths

ignorance leave my manner

silently concealed with Anna

hoe I pugulize your skull

and split it with the snipers scanner

insert the capping glock

gunpoint faster props

lock and load like master lock

and hit you for an aftershock

I'm a snake so meet your fate

compensate the paper chase

Triple 6 is running shit

corroborate and we make you wait

[Lil Pat]

you's out there thinking we just bullshittin

about this shit gone whined up being

the very motherfucker with they wig split

laying there in the corner

that you cant just see me come out of

now you think a nigga still playing

bitch what's up cuz

like I always said

I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no more

I think I done made it clear enough

about how these ballers like the road

I ain't you hoe

Lil P don't mess with me when I get good and crunk

or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin trunk

[Juicy J]

[background mixed]

drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying

Three 6 Mafia We 'Bout To Ride