Psychopathic Rydas - Ryden Dirtay lyrics

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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 shit

They Ryde Dirtay

You see

You might have 6, 7 bags heron up in the mutha fuck glove box

Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine

I don't know what your preference is

Mothafucka but ya better have your heat

And if the pig pull you over

You can't hesitate to pull off on his ass

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 bitches flaunt ass in the sunshine

I grip my wheel

I'm like the 4th truck back

Lil' 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

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)

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 jewels

And all your fuckin' cash

So when you see us pull up

You better hit the gas

And mash all out of this district, bitch

Stay and become my next victim bitch

Cuz we rydin' down the street

Dumpin' out windows

And we don't give a fuck who we really hit though

I'm rydin' dirty like a dirty low

I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that nigga Foe Foe

Mo money mo problems

Mo mutha fuckin' 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 nigga in my crew be the same way to

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J

I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)

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)

Eight o'clock on the dot

Rydas at my door

Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol

Foe Foe 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 lil' drank, a lil' weed

And that bitch with you

WOOP WOOP

Look up in the rear view

Shit, man

It's the pigs in blue

Start to get wait i'm straight though

It's officer Ham Huffer cop on the payroll

As he approaches

I roll down the window

Here we go

Two grams of heron and some indo

Get the fuck 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 knot

The feelin' is good when the deed is done

Home free and ya didn't have to kill no one

Lucky you ain't dead

You played the game

Rydin' Dirtay boy I tell ya

Ain't nothin' the same (come on now)

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J

I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)

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)

You see I'm an old school dirty ryda

I used to have a mothafuckin' ice cream truck

That I'd slang my bags from

Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and fine pop from me mothafucka

And all the mutha fuckas in the hood knew it

When they see the mutha fucka come jinglin' up the block

They knew it was comin'

Sweet time (heeey)