Psychopathic Rydas....ryde on
these bitches....forever
and a day....y`all know how we do...it`s Westside till
we d-izz-ie...Eastside till we d-izz-ie....worldwide..
Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Straight up rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
Now we rydin` on these bitches, ain`t no mercy in my eyes
With the Rydas by my side
Screamin`, Die, mufucka, die!!
Never hesitate
All up in the Escalade
Bumpin` sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin`
Always into somethin`
Gats on my hip, hangin` out the window
Blazin` indo
Lookin` for a narc or a nympho
Breathin` this pollution always dancin` with the
streets
With my heat
Can`t be beat
Get in mind
And we rydin`
I`ma ryde
I got a hatchet on my side
Long time ago, I was born to ryde
Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda
Only real mission here is takin` you higher
But we gets fucked up and that`s a fact
We roll down your streets, pumpin`, shootin` off gats
So what the fuck bitch, why you wanna get shot?
You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block
Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Straight up rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
I was 10-years-old, a lil` scruffy
Already rydin`, grippin` a black Huffy
So
Buffy my picky-lo
Bitchy-ho
I`m the last jiggi-lo
Fo` rilly tho
On the dealio
About this crew
You don`t join this shit...we come to you
Only a chosen few
That know the pros and cons
Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons
Stakes in bonds
I`m in a cashmiere sweater
The better your cheddar
The wetter you get her
And never let her ass what she don`t need to know
`Cause the flossin` will kill ya for sho`
I know
I had to kill a deputy
Tryin` to question me
About equity
I coulda let it be
But my skrilla comes first
Till you see this Ryda rydin` a hearse
Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Straight up rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
Rydin`? Rydin` bitch, no time for hidin`
Rydin` is for a perfect balance in time
Rydin` A, grippin` oversized black trucks
Rydin` B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!?
Rydin` C, fellow Rydas always got your back
Rydin` D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my
Cadillac
Holdin` heaters to Ryda haters heads
Ryda E, I`m a Ryda and then some, `nuff said
You wanna ryde
Well bitch, tell me why
You wanna be hard, think I`m Mr. Nice Guy
But I ain`t, I`m the one they call Cell Block
Carry two Colt .45`s and a Glock
Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that
Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat
Five seconds later he was on the ground
I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound
Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Straight up rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Straight up rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Straight up rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
Hatchet rydin`!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
Rydin`!! Rydin`!!
That`s for life!!
