In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Deuce :
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.
Deuce: chorus
That’s when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, so don’t you try, we’re packin` 9’s,
we leave you dead in ditches.
Johnny 3 Tears:
Don’t get us wrong we only made this song, to make you feel hard when you hit the bong. When the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone, to Lick shots kill cops, to a hip hop song. So pull them toasters out them holsters, pull that shirt right off your shoulders, pull that 9 this is how you hold her, pull that trigger, H U soldiers.Punk (punk), rock out on the block, tick tock you can not stop(stop), hip hop like when we drop top so hot (so hot). Johnny 3’s been drinking whiskey,Trigger finger feeling frisky, when you shoot it’s so damn risky, dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me
chorus
Charlie Scene:
Wait up hold on... oh no, got you faggots in a choke hold,
And I think I like you, but my 9 sho’ don’t. And how many shots till you hit that flo’, I bet fo’. (Yo Charlie you loco). Fo’ sho’, how many people dipping in my fo’ door. (I see three) Bitch no, there’s five in the back, and your girls on my lap, she’s a down low, pro ho, fo’ sho. What? What the fuck did I just say, I don’t ask any questions I just spray. So hey, what I may say may be riskee Deuce made me this way. That’s why you don’t want no beef, cause me verse you’s like beat the geeks. And we can talk right or in the street, but my gun talks first ‘cause he loves to speak – BITCH
chorus
Funny Man:
Yo… in the Coupe De’Ville with the shiny rims, playing these bitches like a violin. I got more freaks than a carnival, pop the trunk there’s my arsenal. I got bats gats straps so let’s start a war, I’ll eat you alive like a carnivore. My guns need nicotine they smoke more than me, I’m with my boy Charles P, he’ll go to war with me. Ooh wee…. Yo King Kong… swinging from a tree, dropping on these haters so they bleed, I’m coming at you bitches full speed, (Funny Man lay off the weed!). Oh people get jealous when I’m skatin’ on Dayton`s, and that’s like Freddy Kruger hatin’ on Jason. That’s got the Funny Man losing his patience leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin
chorus
J-Dog:
What, Say what the fuck, Six shooters up, now what the fuck …. point them up. Who’s down to ride, who’s down to ride, Undead pop shots we’re down to die.Who’s down to die who’s down to die, Undead pop shots, we’re bound to ride. Black hat side ways white bold LA, flat on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray. Wig split face ripped, nod if you’re listenin’ shot to the cross Leave you dead like a Christian. Pop Pop, your heart just stops stops, when I just cock cock, my gun cause I shoot for fun that’s how the west was won. I sell an ounce and then I sell two more, then I come to collect with the pistol 44. There’s some truth to that, About the weed or the gat, you may never know, just leave it at ...
chorus
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.
Deuce: chorus
That’s when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, so don’t you try, we’re packin` 9’s,
we leave you dead in ditches.
Johnny 3 Tears:
Don’t get us wrong we only made this song, to make you feel hard when you hit the bong. When the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone, to Lick shots kill cops, to a hip hop song. So pull them toasters out them holsters, pull that shirt right off your shoulders, pull that 9 this is how you hold her, pull that trigger, H U soldiers.Punk (punk), rock out on the block, tick tock you can not stop(stop), hip hop like when we drop top so hot (so hot). Johnny 3’s been drinking whiskey,Trigger finger feeling frisky, when you shoot it’s so damn risky, dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me
chorus
Charlie Scene:
Wait up hold on... oh no, got you faggots in a choke hold,
And I think I like you, but my 9 sho’ don’t. And how many shots till you hit that flo’, I bet fo’. (Yo Charlie you loco). Fo’ sho’, how many people dipping in my fo’ door. (I see three) Bitch no, there’s five in the back, and your girls on my lap, she’s a down low, pro ho, fo’ sho. What? What the fuck did I just say, I don’t ask any questions I just spray. So hey, what I may say may be riskee Deuce made me this way. That’s why you don’t want no beef, cause me verse you’s like beat the geeks. And we can talk right or in the street, but my gun talks first ‘cause he loves to speak – BITCH
chorus
Funny Man:
Yo… in the Coupe De’Ville with the shiny rims, playing these bitches like a violin. I got more freaks than a carnival, pop the trunk there’s my arsenal. I got bats gats straps so let’s start a war, I’ll eat you alive like a carnivore. My guns need nicotine they smoke more than me, I’m with my boy Charles P, he’ll go to war with me. Ooh wee…. Yo King Kong… swinging from a tree, dropping on these haters so they bleed, I’m coming at you bitches full speed, (Funny Man lay off the weed!). Oh people get jealous when I’m skatin’ on Dayton`s, and that’s like Freddy Kruger hatin’ on Jason. That’s got the Funny Man losing his patience leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin
chorus
J-Dog:
What, Say what the fuck, Six shooters up, now what the fuck …. point them up. Who’s down to ride, who’s down to ride, Undead pop shots we’re down to die.Who’s down to die who’s down to die, Undead pop shots, we’re bound to ride. Black hat side ways white bold LA, flat on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray. Wig split face ripped, nod if you’re listenin’ shot to the cross Leave you dead like a Christian. Pop Pop, your heart just stops stops, when I just cock cock, my gun cause I shoot for fun that’s how the west was won. I sell an ounce and then I sell two more, then I come to collect with the pistol 44. There’s some truth to that, About the weed or the gat, you may never know, just leave it at ...
chorus
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Meyte. I'll leave you dead in a ditch. Fo' sho' Nah seriously, amazing HU song, one of their more hip-hoppy but so great. Dead catchy and great for making you feel big. Y'all hear wha' ah'm sayin' dawg? xD
thats why J3T says "Don’t get us wrong we only made this song, to make you feel hard when you hit the bong."
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That's Da Kurlzz screaming that. Not J-Dog. Anytime you hear that voice, screaming, it's Da Kurlzz who plays percussion. That's why he's known as "The Loud Mouth" of the group. Just thought I'd point that out
WRONG!!!!!!!!! I SAW THEM IN CONCERT AND IT WAS J-DOG NOT DA KURLZZ SCREAMIN THAT PART
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she’s a down low, pro ho, fo’ sho.
i think it's actually shes a down low bro hoe fo sho. bro hoe is a style from the SoCal area so i didn't really expect most ppl who arent from here to understand it.
Oh, well aren't you special, with your little "SoCal" lingo! [/lisp]
it's "PRO"
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so overall, this is about drug dealing and shootings, correct?
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