Psychopathic Rydas

Psychopathic Rydas - Ride Out songtekst

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Psychopathic Rydas

Yah Yah

Mothafucka

We own Detroit

Bitch, put you mothafuckin' hands up

Detroit, New York, LA, Florida, Boston



Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)

Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)

Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)







We be the dick and vagina hiduz

From the back siders

Psychopathic Rydas

Whitey tighties ain't tighter

We be the cheeva rollers

One more, we creezy guzzlers

Bitch mothafucka

Smoke us natural born street hustlas

We be the hatchet sporters

Stink of kiss supporters

In the Keys of Florida

Makin' deals on Motorolas (yea)

We be drapin' platinum, gold

Jet-black Roles

My rice and rolls can hold

Po-po on payroll

We be the holders of stub stops

No doubt

Stick you up, make out the back

Drop and ride out



While other bitches dream about

The Rydas be on the street

And we be about it

Check to see if I demand bankroll

With a rubber band

If you a Ryda, then you like my fuckin' brother-man

So now let's get this cheddar

And do the things we gotta do

Find a chicken head

That the whole crew can run thru

Sippin' on the crissy

Until the bottle lookin' low

Send the same freak bitch

To the mothafuckin' store (Take yo ass to the store)

Then we ride out

Bitch, you know it's all the same

When you fuckin' with them ballers ho

You can keep the change (ching)



Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)

Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)



Rydin' old golds don't come with no big shit big Shit

You shoulda know you can't fuck wit

Niggas from the hood

They ain't about talkin' shit

They about robbin' suckas 

And emptin' clips

In the mouth of a bitch who ain't actin't right

To any bitch-made nigga, you don't wanna fight

With five true Rydas

Hot flow providers

Two southwesters, three eastsiders (Eastsiede!)

Cell Block runnin' down sucka with the heat

Out the window bitch (Blah)

Steady blazin' indo

Take 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 ho

Splatterin' ya blood ho

Grave get dug bitch

It ain't no low-low



My name is Bullet (zeom)

I be what is known as a gangsta

Shackin' up in the hide-out

And when I ride out

I put an eye out

I'm in a black truck

Bumpin' down the block

windows tinted

Nuttin' but a gat hangin' out (Blahow)

Boyz n da hood

I'll be the cat in the back seat

Eyes buggin' wide

With the skully branishin' heat

Ya hear my pitter patter from a mile away

Head choke still fallin' down the following day

I be the maniac (Yea!)

Hidin' out on the roof

Bustin' shots at cops for my Rydas dawgs (Whoof!)

Anybody wanna see me

Bring a magnifyin' glass

Cuz I hide in the shadows 

And bust a cap in you ass

I be the killer (Bluah)

You see me on the ten o'clock news

I'll put a barrel to your chest

And blow ya feet right out ya shoes



Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)

Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)



You better ride out

Before we get the slide out

Heat that we roll out

Unload the smoke out (Blahow)

Rydas dumpin' clips

Bithces run for cover

When we on your block

Duck low mothafucka (Nice!)



I won't even think twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow)

You wanna bang with the berries

Be prepared to pay the price (Blahow)

I'll walk up and blow a hole in you face

Before your body even hit the floor (haha)

I'm gone without a trace because

I'm slippery, trickery

It's like hickery, dickery, dock

When I cock the glock

Psychopathic Ryda hidin' out (what)

It's like a wet cigarette

Start the Blazer up and ride out



Ride low, ride now

Like Riderman's prime

And all them bitches in the skies

Better open they eyes

Before the trigga-happy Rydas

Roll out in the black truck

Keep my name out of your mouth

And tell 'em to shut the fuck up (fuck up)



Ryda love until the E-N-D

We constentantly

Checkin' your beats

And bankin' on your cheese

Please

Buckle your knees

Take you car keys (Errt)

Bumpin' to beats in your whip

Bitch, ride out on these (mothafucka)



Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)

Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)



Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)

Rydas ryde out (Whut)

Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
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