lirik lagu psychopathic rydas – i’m a ryda
[intro: cell block]
yeah!
the motherf~ckin’ rydas back in this motherf~cker!
foe foe, bullet, sawed off, lil’ shank, cell block, full clip, and yung dirt!
[verse 1: yung dirt]
black truck, bad attitude, a red jacket, ak
a son of a gun, i gave a f~ck since the first day
i’m a ryda, can’t you tell by the black lokes?
an og thug, can’t you tell by the gold spokes?
it ain’t no thing, but a chicken wing
hangin’ on a string, we’ll walk up and put a slug in your brain
we the hardest sh~t since the sh~t was invented
and you don’t ever see it coming, cuz the window’s always tinted
[verse 2: cell block]
hey homie (i’m a ryda!), b~tch where the [?] at?
point him out and i clap
mouth running off like i’m all sick with hate that they toss
and got ’em watchin’ they back in every hood that they cross
and i’m a ryda, stay bossin’, no caution so deep
been in it so long, i be ridin’ in my sleep
all black s~u~v and we rollin’ on threes
so get the f~ck up out the motherf~ckin’ streets
[verse 3: full clip]
b~tch, i’m a ryda, straight sidewinder
let us say “no, i’ll still take your ho v~g~n~”
f~u~double~l c~l~ip
known to check a chin, known to peel back a wig
don’t think i’m ’bout to leave without runnin’ your pockets
peel off in your whip, f~ck a big car tactic
ryda for life, got it tatted on my chest (whoop whoop!)
too motherf~ckin’ gangsta to be with the rest (never)
[chorus]
i’m a ryda (from the days i was broke with no whip, no chips, and no clip)
i’m a ryda (now i’m sellin’ mad bricks out the crib and my money don’t quit)
i’m a ryda (tinted windows, roll ’em down long enough to dump around on a b~tch)
i’m a ryda (bandana on my face, ridin’ dirty with the throwaway biscuit)
[verse 4: sawed off]
i live my life as a ryda, jumpin’ on haters daily (uh~huh)
dollar bill million, makin’ money pay me (cha~ching!)
i gotta get it, so i’m doin’ it the fast way
f~ck a 9 to 5, i’m livin’ crafty
i don’t give a d~mn what you think about me (no)
i could care less how the world see me every time i do a robbery
i’m a ryda ’til the day that i die
and i’ma keep the tire turning with the heat on my side
[verse 5: lil’ shank]
now before i was a gangsta, still had a pocket knife
and i might lil’ shank ya, rob you for your bank
you know i hustle, always gotta have an itch for a scratch
and it’s a b~tch when you’re bummy and your sh~t don’t match
give me a minute and a heater and i’ll make ends meet
times that by seven, now you f~ckin’ with the kings of the street
i’m a ryda from the first day, eternal, never finish
and now all my money risin’ like the sun, the sky’s the limit, ya feel me?
[chorus]
i’m a ryda (from the days i was broke with no whip, no chips, and no clip)
i’m a ryda (now i’m sellin’ mad bricks out the crib and my money don’t quit)
i’m a ryda (tinted windows, roll ’em down long enough to dump around on a b~tch)
i’m a ryda (bandana on my face, ridin’ dirty with the throwaway biscuit)
[verse 6: bullet]
ha ha!
i’m a ryda, motherf~cker, count me in
‘cuz when it comes to real players, it’s a drought we in
too many fake hoes, [?] i break those
extra on the ass~kickin’ like a foot with 8 toes
you old p~ssy, walk on if you’re scared to ride
you said you could, but you lied, stay the f~cking side
it’s too cold out here for a baby chicken
d~ck like you, and it makes me sick!
[verse 7: foe foe]
check it!
you want the truth? well, i get paid to poof
and you just you makin’ little change, ridin’ d~cks in the crew (ooh!)
i’ma give it to you straight, but no chain shot
blast you in the face and leave you flowin’ like the great lakes
‘cuz i’m a motherf~cking ryda
hide me a whistle inside of the waistline when i dip low
i’m a schitzo with a pistol
and you’re out of control like a nympho front throatin’ a d~ck so…
[chorus]
i’m a ryda (from the days i was broke with no whip, no chips, and no clip)
i’m a ryda (now i’m sellin’ mad bricks out the crib and my money don’t quit)
i’m a ryda (tinted windows, roll ’em down long enough to dump around on a b~tch)
i’m a ryda (bandana on my face, ridin’ dirty with the throwaway biscuit)
[outro: bullet]
bandana on my face, ridin’ dirty with the throwaway biscuit
fried chicken on my plate with the yams and b~ttermilk biscuit
bandana on my face, ridin’ dirty with the throwaway biscuit
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