Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat - Let’s Ride Nigga lyrics
[Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat - Let’s Ride Nigga lyrics]
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
High off Hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool
Ain't no where to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone calls
Plenty killers right outside
Waitin' for you to make a move
Waitin' for you to make a move
When I get my hands on you
Ain't no tellin' what I do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chop their bodies and them too
Bury 'em in the backyard
Use they blood to fill my pool
Fill it up til's nothing left
Tape record the face of death
Evil voices in my mind tellin'
Me to kill myself
No cap my nigga, I tell you
You say I run into you must spit rounds
Snuff mounds with oriental writing
Were on the ground
Drop down the martial law lock down
Watch out
They straps out and blood goes POW POW!
I'm allowed to get a little rowdy about now
Bitch it's sixty-six hundred-six slugs
Bitch he growl
Infamous gets hella wicked rough
When I spill guts
Ridiculous idiot, street sweeper hit you up
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
Here is the blast
Why did you look into that mask?
Ball in the 'burban as we finish up our task
The dirty work
But dirty work there is no ask-in questions
Teaches lessons by the bullets I be stressin'
My mind is out there kinda high in the sky
I'm finna go and kill my alibi, alibi
No reason why he must die
He might just tell a lie
Never been 'bout this Prophet bitch shit
As soon as I'm steppin' up on
That platform them niggas now
Them niggas dead and now listen I'm tryin'
To tell you how set it out
We three deep in that Caprice thang
Waste my food now I got grease stains on my
It ain't no thang, we at the spot
We sweep it out of my ride
The whole scenery remindin' me of good times
Mane I gotta cock 'em up
I gotta hit the dust
I gotta touch 'em up, I bust 'em up
Them niggas are wearin' they Glock up
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
Heidi ho silver! Like a lone ranger
Hollow in the chamber, put yourself in danger
Project ain't a stranger to drama
Get ya ass blowed off in
Front of kids and wife
Nigga what's beef? You can see
Me in the street!
I'mma show you what's real
You can see me in your grill
As you lookin' in my eyes I
Been lookin' through the mask
Stick the gun in your mouth
As the motherfucker blast
Cash nigga straight to hell
I can be the devil too
High off hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool
When I run up on you that
Is where yo body lay
Cockin' back the tool that I
Spray and spray and spray
I don't give a fuck
Turn yo spot in a blood bath
Dirty South hoe on a motherfuckin' war path
Leavin' toe tags and we blast with the AK
Rollin' off fast on the scene DOA-A
High off Hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
High off Hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool
Ain't no where to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone calls
Plenty killers right outside
Waitin' for you to make a move
Waitin' for you to make a move
When I get my hands on you
Ain't no tellin' what I do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chop their bodies and them too
Bury 'em in the backyard
Use they blood to fill my pool
Fill it up til's nothing left
Tape record the face of death
Evil voices in my mind tellin'
Me to kill myself
No cap my nigga, I tell you
You say I run into you must spit rounds
Snuff mounds with oriental writing
Were on the ground
Drop down the martial law lock down
Watch out
They straps out and blood goes POW POW!
I'm allowed to get a little rowdy about now
Bitch it's sixty-six hundred-six slugs
Bitch he growl
Infamous gets hella wicked rough
When I spill guts
Ridiculous idiot, street sweeper hit you up
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
Here is the blast
Why did you look into that mask?
Ball in the 'burban as we finish up our task
The dirty work
But dirty work there is no ask-in questions
Teaches lessons by the bullets I be stressin'
My mind is out there kinda high in the sky
I'm finna go and kill my alibi, alibi
No reason why he must die
He might just tell a lie
Never been 'bout this Prophet bitch shit
As soon as I'm steppin' up on
That platform them niggas now
Them niggas dead and now listen I'm tryin'
To tell you how set it out
We three deep in that Caprice thang
Waste my food now I got grease stains on my
It ain't no thang, we at the spot
We sweep it out of my ride
The whole scenery remindin' me of good times
Mane I gotta cock 'em up
I gotta hit the dust
I gotta touch 'em up, I bust 'em up
Them niggas are wearin' they Glock up
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
Heidi ho silver! Like a lone ranger
Hollow in the chamber, put yourself in danger
Project ain't a stranger to drama
Get ya ass blowed off in
Front of kids and wife
Nigga what's beef? You can see
Me in the street!
I'mma show you what's real
You can see me in your grill
As you lookin' in my eyes I
Been lookin' through the mask
Stick the gun in your mouth
As the motherfucker blast
Cash nigga straight to hell
I can be the devil too
High off hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool
When I run up on you that
Is where yo body lay
Cockin' back the tool that I
Spray and spray and spray
I don't give a fuck
Turn yo spot in a blood bath
Dirty South hoe on a motherfuckin' war path
Leavin' toe tags and we blast with the AK
Rollin' off fast on the scene DOA-A
High off Hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes