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Ride Out

Artist:Psychopathic Rydas  Album:Ryden Dirtay 

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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

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