Psychopathic Rydas - Ryden Dirtay lyrics

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 sh** They Ryde Dirtay You see You might have 6, 7 bags h**n up in the mutha f** glove box Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine I don't know what your preference is Mutha f**a but ya better have your heat And if the pig pull you over You can't hesitate to pull off on his a** 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 b**hes flaunt a** in the sunshine I grip my wheel I'm like the 4th truck back L'il 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 Chorus x2: 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 j**els And all your f**in' cash So when you see us pull up You better hit the gas And mash all out of this district, b**h Stay and become my next victim b**h Cuz we rydin' down the street Dumpin' out windows And we don't give a f** who we really hit tho I'm rydin' dirty like a dirty low I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that n***a Fo Fo Mo money mo problems Mo mutha f**in' weight Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of black spray paint I cross the line and put a K, you know How we do when it come to them outside ho's I'ma Ryda rydin' dirty And that's how I do And every n***a in my crew be the same way to Chorus x2 Eight o'clock on the dot Rydas at my door Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol Fo Fo wanna ryde and smoke till the day comes And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya make some Taste them ho's And let the 20 inch rim roll I'm out of control Rydin' Dirty in my low low We just lookin' for that Barbeque With a l'il drank, a l'il weed And that b**h with you WOOP WOOP Look up in the rear view sh**, man It's the pigs in blue Start to get laid up str8 tho It's officer Ham f**er cop on the payroll As he approaches I roll down the window Here we go Two grams of h**n and some indo Get the f** on Filthy pig That's the beneficials Of Ryden Dirty There ain't no sunshine When ya dirty rydin' Always creepin' Slidin' Hidin' Make Ya drops Shake a Cop Give a dap to the Devil And ya take your dop The feelin' is good when the deed is done Home free and ya didn't have to k** no one Lucky you ain't dead You played the game Rydin' Dirtay boy I tell ya Ain't nothin' the same Chorus x2 You see I'm an old school dirty ryda I used to have a mutha f**in' ice cream truck That I'd slang my bags from Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and nice pop from me mutha f**a And all the mutha f**as in the hood knew it When they see the mutha f**a come jinglin' up the block They knew it was comin' Sweet time (heeey)