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When We Ride
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Hip-Hop/Rap
When We Ride was released on August 17, 2009 by Hellafyde Records as a part of the album F.A.M.E
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AlbumF.A.M.E
Release DateAugust 17, 2009
LabelHellafyde Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seven
Seven
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Gonzalez
Jaime Gonzalez
Songwriter

Lyrics

When we ride, ashes out the window
Puffin' on the best Cali smoke
When we ride, drop top Benzos
Sittin' on Lorenzos is how we roll
When we ride, pimpin' through the ghetto
Fuckin' nothin' but fine ass hoes
When we ride, guns out the window
Means that somebody gon' get smoked
You better stop politickin' when the homies get to stickin'
If it ain't that serious, you'll just get an ass whippin'
We're from a world where the gangstas all die
Teardrops, three dots marks your eye
And YTs carry creases on the sleeve
It might be one of your homies that went to sleep
In a black Jeep, 24 start to creep
Underneath my seat, I got some fun for you putos
Even one deep, I leave crumbs with your putos
Lower them windows, smoke from all the heat
I was aimin' for your head but my slugs hit your teeth
That's a slap to the face like that vato get that other vato
On the internet, fools be gettin' wet
Trippin' over sets to gain some respect
Bye bye, you ain't got none
You left alive with just one lung
When we ride, ashes out the window
Puffin' on the best Cali smoke
When we ride, drop top Benzos
Sittin' on Lorenzos is how we roll
When we ride, pimpin' through the ghetto
Fuckin' nothin' but fine ass hoes
When we ride, guns out the window
Means that somebody gon' get smoked
Somebody run and tell God that the devil is back
He's at it again, spittin' on a brand new track
Same shit, different day, drama still poppin' off
Gangstas still roamin' the streets, still poppin' off
Automatic rounds, ricochets the sound
Another victim of the ghetto lies on the ground
Stray bullet to the lung through the chest
.45 Caliber that put the homie to rest
The casket closes and the mother grieves goodbye
Even the hardest thugs wipe tears from they eyes
A fistful of dirt, memories of puttin' in work
Of plottin' and schemin', roundin' up the troops with a jerk
Like Sally Shell, it's goin' down tonight
Any rival caught slippin', I'll be takin' his life
Who lives by the gun, dies by the gun
An eye for an eye 'til the Lord says that I'm done
When we ride, ashes out the window
Puffin' on the best Cali smoke
When we ride, drop top Benzos
Sittin' on Lorenzos is how we roll
When we ride, pimpin' through the ghetto
Fuckin' nothin' but fine ass hoes
When we ride, guns out the window
Means that somebody gon' get smoked
When we ride, ashes out the window
Puffin' on the best Cali smoke
When we ride, drop top Benzos
Sittin' on Lorenzos is how we roll
When we ride, pimpin' through the ghetto
Fuckin' nothin' but fine ass hoes
When we ride, guns out the window
Means that somebody gon' get smoked
Written by: Jaime Gonzalez
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