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Ride out


Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics

 

Ride out Lyrics

Ride out by Psychopathic Rydas


Psychopathic Rydas
Yah Yah
Mothaf**ka
We own Detroit
b**ch, put you mothaf**kin' hands up
Detroit, New York, LA, Florida, Boston

Rydas ryde out (Mothaf**ka)
Rydas ryde out (Whut)
Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
Rydas ryde out (Mothaf**ka)



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
b**ch mothaf**ka
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 b**ches 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 f**kin' 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 b**ch
To the mothaf**kin' store (Take yo ass to the store)
Then we ride out
b**ch, you know it's all the same
When you f**kin' 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 (Mothaf**ka)

Rydin' old golds don't come with no big sh*t big sh*t
You shoulda know you can't f**k wit
Niggas from the hood
They ain't about talkin' sh*t
They about robbin' suckas
And emptin' clips
In the mouth of a b**ch who ain't actin't right
To any b**ch-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 b**ch (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 b**ch
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 (Mothaf**ka)

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 mothaf**ka (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 b**ches 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 f**k up (f**k 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
b**ch, ride out on these (mothaf**ka)

Rydas ryde out (Whut)
Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
Rydas ryde out (Whut)
Rydas ryde out (Mothaf**ka)

Rydas ryde out (Whut)
Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
Rydas ryde out (Whut)
Rydas ryde out (Mothaf**ka)



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