Deuce - When We Ride [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Truth]
Hey yo, Deuce
You heard about this fuck boy Danny
Fuckin' American Idol reject
Fuckin' faggots

[Pre-Hook: Deuce] (x2)
That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride
That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches

[Hook: Deuce] (x2)
That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches
So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches

[Verse 1: Gadget of Kinda Major]
Yo, Hollywood Who? Without my dog Deuce
Don't make me have to rhyme, man the boy got juice
In or outside, this ain't only in the booth
Somebody gotta die, they gonna wish they called truce
Kinda Major on a track got Truth
Gadjet get the facts if you faggots wants proof
Might as well hang it up now, no noose
I'm fuckin' everybody, leave your pussies out loose
Tie em' up and I throw em' in the trunk
Fuckers want a war and I'mma give em' what they want
Bend they ass over, I'mma treat them like a punk
Prison break that ass off, going til I bust a nut
I don't give a fuck, never have never will
Go try find a better rapper with some better skill
I murder motherfuckers, I massacre for the thrill
Itching for some fucking killing and blood is my Benadryl

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Deuce]
Look now, you've got to admit no one likes your pussy music
They say you sold out, but didn't sell shit
Fucking idiots, lip sync fags Milli Vanilli bitch
How the fuck do you call yourself a band?
You can barely rap it's on now
What comes up must come must come down
When this shit flies, I won't be around
Saying I can't spit was your biggest mistake
Now Undead sucks, they're a bunch of fakes
Johnnys' getting overweight, he's too fat to be callin' names
Let's play a game, everyone's listening
When I say fuck, sing along and say "Fuck HU"
Fuck HU!
When I say "What's my name?" you call me Big Deuce
What's my name? BIG DEUCE!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Truth]
It's what it is, I'm the best in the biz
Black ski masks and the cig, 2 clips
2 sips off of that Rosay, hit my man Jose with the coke
Wait
OC, and the bumb of the cree cree
HU be softer then the sea breeze
Fuck You
We be nuttier than a Resee's
And we see more dough, move more blow
Deuce go solo, drop y'all homos
So fly out come the parachute
I'm always first to bail, never scared to shoot
The Truth, ya know I'm out for the loot
Heading to the top, we movin' through the roof
Shorty got her top down just like the coupe
Fuck you, this is 9Lives
Real like, my ties
One slip and you all die

[Hook]

[Bridge: Deuce]
What, say what the fuck
Six shooters up
Now, what the fuck
Point them up

[Verse 4: Doebeezi of GML]
I'mma snatch your mask off and tell it like it is
No more talent, no more show biz
Deuce left the band now y'all a bunch of jokes
Hollywood is dead, that's all she fucking wrote
Leave you dead in the ditches, heard you were snitches
9Lives, that's how we ride on you bitches
Yeah I said it, it's Doeboy from GML
If you got hurt feelings, oh well
Do something you couldn't face me on your best day
The Wiz Kid's gone, that's why you get less pay
Still remember when your first album dropped
Skipped it to the chorus, the rest of yall flopped
Wack ass lyrics, I mean garbage
Leaky like a faucet, your whole entourage
Wish on a star bitch, you'll never make a million
Ninelives and GML in the buildin'

[Hook]