We ’Bout to Ride

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Hypnotize Camp Posse - Rap, Brutal Horrorcore

We ’Bout to Ride

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[Intro: DJ Paul & The Showboys] Yeah, nigga The motherfuckin' 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 (Lock 'em in the—) Bitch (Lock 'em in the—) Bitch (Lock 'em in the—) Bitch (Lock 'em in the—) Bitch (Lock 'em in the—) Ho (Lock 'em in the—) Ho (Lock 'em in the—) Ho (Lock 'em in the—) Nigga (Lock 'em in the—) [Chorus: The Showboys & Juicy J] Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in the tr— Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in the tr— Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun (We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools) Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun (We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools) Lock 'em in the tr— Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Like this Now in my city it's some real, in my city it's some fake Got some niggas that's gon' play, got some niggas that's gon' hate Got some niggas that's gon' diss the trill 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 couldn't sell no more Without the Hypnotize or the Prophet, nigga, you is no more Got plaques up on my walls, got 20's on my cars Keep comin' like you comin' and I'ma show you I ain't fucked up bout no charge, nigga [Verse 2: Juicy J] Can you niggas feel my pain? Catch me standin' in the rain Holdin' on a rusty tool, 'bout to act a fuckin' fool Is the six the Devil, though? Make you wanna powder your nose Have you smokin' hydro weed, satisfaction guaranteed Buckin' wild and throwin' signs Knowin' these niggas done lost they minds Blame it on Caribbean, ooh When we cock them thangs and shoot Thinkin' somebody had seen my face Never gon' catch a murder case Just gon' beat him round for round And leave him in the river to drown [Chorus: The Showboys & Juicy J] Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk (We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools) Lock 'em in the tr— Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun (We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools) Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in the tr— Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun (We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools) Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in the tr— Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun (We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools) Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in the tr— Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun [Interlude: DJ Paul & Project Pat] 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 comin' Keep it comin', keep it comin' [Verse 3: Project Pat] So you wanna try-ah nigga with the nine-ah Creep up from behind ya, like I'm a sunrid-ah Shoot ya in your spine-ah, slap ya like a minor Patch out your hizzead, skull bloody rizzed Stayin' on the low-low, hatin' that's a no-no Duck tape that trick up, in the trunk you go-go You gon' shake and shiver, pain I deliver Kidnappin' fools, throw they body in the river [Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca & Crunchy Black] Let's get this on You think I just piss off them fuckin' sluts, then I The streets' auto-traffic gon' fuck you up but now I had to tremble quick 'cause he bump with it Got some midgets in my clizzique, now I'm pimpin', bitch My friends they ridin' on 10's, 20's, hundred ain't shit motherfuckin' funny North Memphis come we catchin' everything and money Homie, I keep my motherfuckin' eyes open (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo) 'Cause last night I dealt up with the feds in the corner store [Verse 5: Crunchy Black & The Showboys] I locked 'em in the trunk (Lock 'em in the trunk) And dropped they bodies off (Lock 'em in the-lock 'em in the trunk) See cash in B.Z. you get that sawed off funk (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun) Point to your head and left someone dead (Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk) Then try that with thugs and be half out your head (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun) See, messin' with me is like messin' with the feds (Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk) See, messin' with me is like bein' halfway dead (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun) Most niggas don't walk my path I done already laid (Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk) Put two in the gun and flex so I won't be in that restin' place (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun) [Verse 6: Lord Infamous] Don't make me get 'ignant, feel the incision Arsenic fragments, dagger is jaggin' Poison and lashes, two thousand hazardous Can you imagine me with the Magnum? Fire breathin' dragon, blow away the ashes What the fuck happened, torture and trap them Satan is diggin', Scarecrow premonition The world is endin', please, make a decision [Verse 7: La Chat] Mane, fuck that shit, go get that bitch, and throw her ass in my trunk That infrared net be gettin' her head, she make more sounds and she dumped Where the fuck the evidence, bitch? Only heat for my witness You think I'm playin'? What what you sayin' La Chat 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, won't sympathize Ain't got no love in my soul, don't fuck with me Know who I be, La Chat that murderin' ho [Verse 8: T-Rock & The Showboys] I got him runnin' from my slugs wrath (Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk) Niggas get they mugs snapped (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun) Lickin' shots from plastic Glocks, you marinate in blood baths (Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk) Ignorance leave my manner, silently conceal the ana' (Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk) Ho, I visualize your skull, and split it with the snipers scanner (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun) Insert the cap in Glock, gunpoint get faster props (Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk) Lock and load like master lock, and hit you for an aftershock (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun) No mistake so meet your fate, confiscate the paper chase (Lock 'em in the trunk, lock 'em in the trunk) Triple 6 is runnin' shit, cooperate or we make you wait (Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun) [Verse 9: Lil E] You's out there thinkin' we just bullshittin' About this shit gon' wind up interferin' Motherfuckers get they wig split Layin' here in a coma that you just can't seem to come out of Now you think a nigga still playin', 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 on how these ballers like the road I'll have you know again, don't mess with me when I get full of that funk Or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin' trunk [Outro: The Showboys] Lock 'em in, lock 'em in, lock 'em-lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in, lock 'em in, lock 'em-lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in, lock 'em in, lock 'em-lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in, lock 'em in, lock 'em-lock 'em in the trunk Lock 'em in, lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun

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Credits

Writers
  • DJ Paul
  • Juicy J
  • Crunchy Black
  • La Chat
  • Project Pat
  • Lil E (Memphis)
  • T-Rock
  • Koopsta Knicca