Psychopathic Rydas - Ride Out lyrics

Psychoapthic rydas.. Mother f**er.. ownin detriot Rydas b**h! get yo motherf**in hands up From new york.. to LA... Chorus RYDAS ride out (mother f**er!) RYDAS ride out (whut!) RYDAS ride out (Yeahhh boyeee) RYDAS ride out MOTHER fu*kER! We be the dick and vagina hiders From the back sidas, psychopathic rydas Whitey tites ain't tighta We be the cheeba rollers Along with crissy guzzlers b**h motherf**er smoke up Natural born street hustlas We be the hatchet sporterz Stick up kid supporters In the keys of florida Makin deals on morotolas We be draped in platinum gold Jet black rolls, more royce than rolls can hold Po-po on pay roll We be the holders at snub stops No doubt stick you up Make out the back route And ride out! While other b**hes seem about it The rydas on the street And we be about it Check to see and we find The mad bank roll with the rubber band If you a ryda then you like my f**in brother man So lets get this chedder and do these thangs we gotta do Find a chicken head that the whole crew can run through Sippin on the crissy till the bottle lookin low Send the same freak b**h to the motherf**in store Then we ride out, b**h you know its all the same When you f**in wit the ballers hoe you can keep the change! Chorus Ryden on folks dont come with no b**h sh** b**h sh**, you shoulda known you can't f** with n***as from the hood ain't about talkin sh** They about robbin s**as And emptin clips In the mouth of a b**h Who ain't actin right Who any b**h made n***a dont wanna fight With 5 true rydas high flow providers 2 south westaz 3 east sidaz (east siiiddeee!) 10 o clock rydin down the s**as with the heat Out the window, b**h, steady blazin indo Take a puff and pa** it to my homies (right here right here) co*k the gat and unload on all on you phonies Catch a slug ho, splaterin your blood ho Grave get dug b**h it ain't no love, ho! My name is bullet Probably 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 Nothin but a gat hangin out! Boyz in the hood, I be that cat in the back seat Eyes buggin wide with the skully brandishin heat You hear my pitter patter from a mile away Head chunks still fallin down the followin day I be the maniac! (yeahh)! Hidin out on the roof Bustin shots at cops For my ryda dogs (woof!) Anybody wanna see me Bring a magnifying gla** Cuz I hide in the shadows And bust a cap in your a** I'll be the k**a Youll see me o the 10 o clock news I put the barrel to your chest and blow your feet out your shoes! Chorus You better ride out Before we get to slide out Heat that we pull out Unload the smoke out Rydas dumpin clips b**hes run for cover When we on your block Duck low, motherf**er! (nice!) I won't even think twice About buckin the vice You wanna bang with the berries Be prepared to pay the price (POW!) I walk up and blow a hole in your face Before your body even hits the floor I'm gone without a trace Cuz I'm slippery When I do my trickery Its like hickery dickory dock When I co*k the Glock Psychopathic ryda hidin out Spark a wet ciggerate Start the blazer up and ride out! Low ridin out like ridemous prime And all the b**hes in the skies better open their eyes Before the trigger happy rydas Roll out in the black trucks Keep my name outa your mouth and tell em Shut the f** up Ryda love to the e-n-d We constantly jackin your beats And bankin all your cheese, please Buckle your knees take your car keys ? your beats in your whip b**h, ride out on these!!! MOTHER fu*kER Chorus x2