Lirik Lagu Ryde Out - Psychopathic Rydas
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Psychopathic RydasYaY YaYMothafuckaWe own DetroitBitch, put you mothafuckin' hands upDetroit, New York, LA, Florida, Boston
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
[Full Clip]We be the dick and vagina hidersFrom the back sidersPsychopathic RydasWhitey tighties ain't tighterWe be the cheeva rollersOne more, we creezy guzzlersBitch mothafuckaSmoke us natural born street hustlasWe be the hatchet sportersStink of kiss supportersIn the Keys of FloridaMakin' deals on Motorolas (yea)We be drapin' platinum, goldJet-black RollsMy rice and rolls can holdPo-po on payrollWe be the holders of stub stopsNo doubtStick you up, make out the backDrop and ride out
[Lil' Shank]While other bitches dream aboutThe Rydas be on the streetAnd we be about itCheck to see if I demand bankrollWith a rubber bandIf you a Ryda, then you like my fuckin' brother-manSo now let's get this cheddaAnd do the things we gotta doFind a chicken headThat the whole crew can run thruSippin' on the CrissyUntil the bottle lookin' lowSend the same freak bitchTo the mothafuckin' store (Take yo ass to the store)Then we ride outBitch, you know it's all the sameWhen you fuckin' with them ballers hoeYou can keep the change (ching)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
[Cell Block]Rydin' old golds don't come with no big shit big ShitYou shoulda know you can't fuck witNiggas from the hoodThey ain't about talkin' shitThey about robbin' suckasAnd emptyin' clipsIn the mouth of a bitch who ain't actin't rightTo any bitch-made nigga, you don't wanna fightWith five true RydasHot flow providersTwo southwesters, three eastsiders (Eastsiede!)Cell Block runnin' down sucka with the heatOut the window bitch (Blah)Steady blazin' indoTake a puff and pass it to my homies (Right here, right hea!)Cock that gat and unload on all you phonies (Plah!)You catch a slug hoeSplatterin' ya blood hoeGrave get dug bitchIt ain't no low-low
[Bullet]My name is Bullet (zeom)I be what is known as a gangstaShackin' up in the hide-outAnd when I ride outI put an eye outI'm in a black truckBumpin' down the blockwindows tintedNuttin' but a gat hangin' out (Blahow)Boyz n da hoodI'll be the cat in the back seatEyes buggin' wideWith the skully brandishin' heatYa hear my pitter patter from a mile awayHead choke still fallin' down the following dayI be the maniac (Yea!)Hidin' out on the roofBustin' shots at cops for my Rydas dawgs (Whoof!)Anybody wanna see meBring a magnifyin' glassCuz I hide in the shadowsAnd bust a cap in you assI be the killer (Bluah)You see me on the ten o'clock newsI'll put a barrel to your chestAnd blow ya feet right out ya shoes
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
[Cell Block]You better ride outBefore we get the slide outHeat that we roll outUnload the smoke out (Blahow)Rydas dumpin' clipsBitches run for coverWhen we on your blockDuck low mothafucka (Nice!)
[Bullet]I won't even think twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow)You wanna bang with the berriesBe prepared to pay the price (Blahow)I'll walk up and blow a hole in you faceBefore your body even hit the floorI'm gone without a trace becauseI'm slippery, trickeryIt's like hickery, dickery, dockWhen I cock the glockPsychopathic Ryda hidin' out (what)It's like a wet cigaretteStart the Blazer up and ride out
[Lil' Shank]Ride low, ride nowLike Riderman's primeAnd all them bitches in the skiesBetter open they eyesBefore the trigga-happy RydasRoll out in the black truckKeep my name out of your mouthAnd tell 'em to shut the fuck up (fuck up)
[Full Clip]Ryda love until the E-N-DWe constantantlyCheckin' your beatsAnd bankin' on your cheesePleaseBuckle your kneesTake you car keys (Errt)Bumpin' to beats in your whipBitch, ride out on these (mothafucka)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
[Full Clip]We be the dick and vagina hidersFrom the back sidersPsychopathic RydasWhitey tighties ain't tighterWe be the cheeva rollersOne more, we creezy guzzlersBitch mothafuckaSmoke us natural born street hustlasWe be the hatchet sportersStink of kiss supportersIn the Keys of FloridaMakin' deals on Motorolas (yea)We be drapin' platinum, goldJet-black RollsMy rice and rolls can holdPo-po on payrollWe be the holders of stub stopsNo doubtStick you up, make out the backDrop and ride out
[Lil' Shank]While other bitches dream aboutThe Rydas be on the streetAnd we be about itCheck to see if I demand bankrollWith a rubber bandIf you a Ryda, then you like my fuckin' brother-manSo now let's get this cheddaAnd do the things we gotta doFind a chicken headThat the whole crew can run thruSippin' on the CrissyUntil the bottle lookin' lowSend the same freak bitchTo the mothafuckin' store (Take yo ass to the store)Then we ride outBitch, you know it's all the sameWhen you fuckin' with them ballers hoeYou can keep the change (ching)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
[Cell Block]Rydin' old golds don't come with no big shit big ShitYou shoulda know you can't fuck witNiggas from the hoodThey ain't about talkin' shitThey about robbin' suckasAnd emptyin' clipsIn the mouth of a bitch who ain't actin't rightTo any bitch-made nigga, you don't wanna fightWith five true RydasHot flow providersTwo southwesters, three eastsiders (Eastsiede!)Cell Block runnin' down sucka with the heatOut the window bitch (Blah)Steady blazin' indoTake a puff and pass it to my homies (Right here, right hea!)Cock that gat and unload on all you phonies (Plah!)You catch a slug hoeSplatterin' ya blood hoeGrave get dug bitchIt ain't no low-low
[Bullet]My name is Bullet (zeom)I be what is known as a gangstaShackin' up in the hide-outAnd when I ride outI put an eye outI'm in a black truckBumpin' down the blockwindows tintedNuttin' but a gat hangin' out (Blahow)Boyz n da hoodI'll be the cat in the back seatEyes buggin' wideWith the skully brandishin' heatYa hear my pitter patter from a mile awayHead choke still fallin' down the following dayI be the maniac (Yea!)Hidin' out on the roofBustin' shots at cops for my Rydas dawgs (Whoof!)Anybody wanna see meBring a magnifyin' glassCuz I hide in the shadowsAnd bust a cap in you assI be the killer (Bluah)You see me on the ten o'clock newsI'll put a barrel to your chestAnd blow ya feet right out ya shoes
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
[Cell Block]You better ride outBefore we get the slide outHeat that we roll outUnload the smoke out (Blahow)Rydas dumpin' clipsBitches run for coverWhen we on your blockDuck low mothafucka (Nice!)
[Bullet]I won't even think twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow)You wanna bang with the berriesBe prepared to pay the price (Blahow)I'll walk up and blow a hole in you faceBefore your body even hit the floorI'm gone without a trace becauseI'm slippery, trickeryIt's like hickery, dickery, dockWhen I cock the glockPsychopathic Ryda hidin' out (what)It's like a wet cigaretteStart the Blazer up and ride out
[Lil' Shank]Ride low, ride nowLike Riderman's primeAnd all them bitches in the skiesBetter open they eyesBefore the trigga-happy RydasRoll out in the black truckKeep my name out of your mouthAnd tell 'em to shut the fuck up (fuck up)
[Full Clip]Ryda love until the E-N-DWe constantantlyCheckin' your beatsAnd bankin' on your cheesePleaseBuckle your kneesTake you car keys (Errt)Bumpin' to beats in your whipBitch, ride out on these (mothafucka)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
