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Ryden Dirtay

Artist:Psychopathic Rydas  Album:Ryden Dirtay 

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These rydas to cool to ryde dirty They Ryde Dirtay See basically, uhh, everyday when you wake up in hood You gotta look at yourself in the mirror And make that decision Either you gonn ride like a square Or you gonna ride dirty like a Ryda But Rydas are too cool for that shit They Ryde Dirtay You see You might have 6, 7 bags heron up in the mutha fuck glove box Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine I don't know what your preference is Mothafucka but ya better have your heat And if the pig pull you over You can't hesitate to pull off on his ass 15 black trucks baby Rydin' in the roll From the 7 Mile East to the southwest side Slow Final destination Clark Park summertime Where them bitches flaunt ass in the sunshine I grip my wheel I'm like the 4th truck back Lil' punch of perkasets And a Kool-Aid pack Diggin' I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock and Rye With the freekshow bump face twitch in my eye Blowin' cane dust all up off the dash Bullet quick out the yay for that night of cash Ryden Dirtay Till I flip this Birtay But hey it's like Everydaaay Summer breeze After I deliver these I'ma take it eaz In the Florida Keys We'z gonna take time Sippin' Carribean wine With a twist of lime In the sunshine In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be makin' all them pay (Heeey) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be makin' all them pay (Heeey) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey) We ryden deep and dirty On the streets of the D Duck ya head low When you see me pull the heat I'm comin' for your jewels And all your fuckin' cash So when you see us pull up You better hit the gas And mash all out of this district, bitch Stay and become my next victim bitch Cuz we rydin' down the street Dumpin' out windows And we don't give a fuck who we really hit though I'm rydin' dirty like a dirty low I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that nigga Foe Foe Mo money mo problems Mo mutha fuckin' weight Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of black spray paint I cross the line and put a K,


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