We Ride Them Caddies (Album Version Explicit)

[Intro: David Banner]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: David Banner]

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga, sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls

Southside to the day we die (Yeah), give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

(What a bitch nigga know, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: David Banner]

Y'all trick and chose, a Mississippi nigga lookin' good with my motherfuckin' wrist so froze

Of course [dick sucka?] lil kid motherfucker, ha ha, took your shit

Same hair, Southside nigga came down quick, motherfucker, then took your bitch

It ain't shit to me, not a damn thing, dippin' the light, sippin' and grippin' on the grain

Callin' your name before I'm bustin' in the range

I'm the son of a dead slave, hopin' my daddy didn't hang in vain

But we still bangin'

Sell all I can and pray to the Lord for change on our [brain?]

If I die, let me die with my nuts in my hand

My brain will look just like a Escalade main

Black with a leather on 22 thangs

You blood-suckin' hoes with dick on your fangs

I'm goin' to a place where angels are sangin'

Every black nigga is in the same gang

Thugs feel all my pain

When you on the slab smokin' weed

Scream my name, David Banner, bitch

[Chorus: David Banner]

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah, yeah), sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga, sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls

Southside to the day we die (Yeah), give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

(What a bitch nigga know, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: David Banner]

I'm from the war in heaven, I'm screamin' out hollow [will?] be thy name [?]

Don't mean a damn thing if I'm chaining a bed of flames

Burn, bitch nigga wigs, out you gon' pick the ride for

God or the D, E-V-I-L, well, make up your mind

Time flies, no way to grind, two [?] up, hulk up and pop

There go that bitch, here go this gun, then they go pop

Hold up man, I'ma scared then

Make it just stop, make it just stop, make it just stop

Fuck it, grab up the mop, wipe up the blood

Grab up the knife, cut up the blood

Wrap 'em all up, dump 'em in mud

Cover the thug, piss on his grave

The slug from the night, man, he ripped up his face

He [?] off his teeth, peace, please, nothing in B, G, [dro'?]

Tip on the hoe, death row, for us call a pole

No time for crackers with cheese, they killin' our spirit

We think that we free, they breakin' we're gone [?] nigga

[Chorus: David Banner]

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah, yeah), sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga, sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls

Southside to the day we die (Yeah), give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

(What a bitch nigga know, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Marcus]

Scannin' in these streets and all can see

This a mind of a [?] you bitches [?] vicious every inch of me

And I own my chest, [?] off of my brain, brain

Handle the best of the best, they enemies, me not the same

Yeah, that thang long as a trombone

Cock it back if something's wrong, can a Cadillac grown

Cataract gone from the weed I blow, every day we can grow

About 25 through the east side

I feel like a motherfuckin' G when I am held deep inside

With a four-vowel, hollow to the clip, I slip and slide

Word to the motherfuckers, sucker free with the P9 for Ruger

Going host to ya, just a word, just a wise if you're new to this

[Chorus: David Banner]

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga, sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls (Yeah, yeah)

Southside to the day we die, give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

We rock them caddies nigga (Yeah), sittin' on them balls

Southside to the day we die (Yeah), give a fuck what a bitch nigga know (Yeah, yeah)

(What a bitch nigga know, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: David Banner]

Yeah (Yeah)