Psychopathic Rydas - Who? lyrics

Bring it Cell Block, Twin Gats Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas Nipples, Tom Dub All up in that b**h a** Bubba Dub, Double A Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie Psychopathic tell me Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (f**in everybody) Back the f** up cause y'all ain't got sh** Representin the street k**as my whole clique Where the b**h we run hoes for all they loot And when my money ain't right yo Believe we down to shoot Everyday what, different b**h And at least once a month, my whole enterage switch Hands down muthaf**as case closed Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (f**in everybody) Everybody that's down That is me and Full Clip bring it to 'em Oooh who's dat? Clip from the Rydas Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us Oooh who's dat? Your muthaf**in k**a Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah Oooh who's dat? The winner of bread Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head Oooh who's dat? Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck Ryda till I die that's what I don't give a f** how many caps they peel f** they crew and all they muthaf**in homeboys frontin like they real I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest We ain't afraid to make the hammer go co*k Just to erase a couple of wack muthaf**as off the block Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody) No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody) No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody) No, who down with hoods in black trucks (f**in everybody) You saw the show Say I didn't rock it I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time I'm the muthaf**in sh** bottom line f** dis tryin to impress y'all I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat b**h through the mall sh** I don't pick and choose my freaks I'll f** a crackhead with warts on her bu*t cheeks And I'd still be the sh** like that f**in Yokozuna ain't livin this fat baby what Ain't nobody bad like us 25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus Who down with hoods in black trucks? (f**in everybody)