YUKMOUTH

YUKMOUTH - Ridaz lyrics

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*(yukmouth)*<br><br>Yes!<br>(uh!)<br>Yes!<br>Welcome!<br>(thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!)<br>Smoke-a-lot up in this bitch!<br>(throw yo hood in the air!)<br>A-g-2 the ke, dmg, yes!<br>Let's kick this anthem shit.<br><br>Chorus *(yukmouth)*<br><br>All of my niggas ridaz<br>Small time grindas, pimps and big timers<br>Whether it's heron or hemp wit china<br>I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin vagina.<br>(come on, come on)<br><br>Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*<br><br>Nigga I'm always into somethin<br>If I can't beat yo ass then I'm dumpin<br>Give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe<br>Then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function<br>We funkin<br>Rootin-tootin, smokin on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction<br>Get in the coupe and punch it<br>Niggas be funkin for nothin<br>Fuckin the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin<br>Fire somethin<br>Puffin<br>I put it up in the air<br>You niggas live to die hustlin, I'm fuckin wit playas from every where<br>From las vegas to delaware on down to there<br>I'm a thousandaire<br>Mackin bitches, draggin ¡®em down the strip juss by they hair<br>Like oh dear!<br>Where the fuck is money? don't go there<br>I leave yo ass stuck, hungry starvin in the middle of no fuckin where<br>I swear<br>Cut off your privlage like welfare<br>Section 8, smoke-a-lot'll stay placed in berlin<br>By the end of 9-8, hell yeah<br>Then I'll be straight<br>Fuck off a hundred g's and still got money up in the safe<br>Ridaz nigga!<br><br>*(chorus)* 2x<br><br>Verse 2 *(g-mone of a-g-2-a-ke)*<br><br>Go inside the twitchin, missin, my mission I vision the hit<br>Suckas keep watchin yo mental mix is gettin twisted<br>Who is this? in the kitchen wit fixings for the come up<br>Servin rocks on the block til it get hot snitch we ridin on ya<br>Bitch we ridaz<br>Remind ya that niggas high<br>If I introduce you to the ditch, you don't wanna die<br>Is the hit<br>Smoke, drank already lit<br>Caulkin my shit<br>Who you think you fuckin wit? <br>I said recognize the mutha fuckin mobb hoe<br>I don't know nothin, juss heard poppin by the door<br>Who flipped you in the river did you see g mone in the o<br>By the ? ? ? <br>Flippin this a-g-2-a mutha fuckin ke<br>You best believe we rob yo spot<br>Why not? we rap-a fuckin lot<br>Owe us some paper<br>There's no reason for us to not glock<br>Posted wit yo mouth open hopin that I don't squeeze<br>Wit a swift chopped up to his knees<br>Say where the cheese? <br>We ridaz!<br><br>*(chorus)* 2x<br><br>Verse 3 *(yukmouth)*<br><br>I'm juss a y.g.<br>Who snuck in the gamblin shacks<br>Scramblin crack wit niggas who did more years than geronimo pratt<br>Killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin murder fo' hire<br>Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire<br>Torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers<br>Put his place on fire<br>Then escape juss like mcguyver wit the get-away driver<br>Live and direct from the projects that be gated<br>On some made shit<br>Outlaw affiliated!<br>He chose to spray wit gages<br>Baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk<br>Niggas who like doe, I get paid off<br>Fuck a write-off<br>It's tax free money<br>Deliver 'em a china up inside a taxi honey<br>Task be lookin at me funny<br>Know I'm a trigga happy, gats be hungry<br>Barkin on niggas like dmx<br>Beat bitches like pms<br>And flee ridin a bmx, flippin ga checks at yo set<br>Grab the promoter by his mutha fuckin neck<br>Don't be fooled by the rolex!<br><br>*(chorus)* 2x<br><br>Verse 4 *(dmg)*<br><br>Who in the mutha fuckin hell<br>Nothin but regime ridaz<br>Southside affiliated wit big timers<br>Ballers<br>Killers, who live in mansions off the water<br>Lunitiks, shippin in bricks after brick<br>200 percent, pure snow white coca-cola<br>Straight yola all the way from the bay to minnesota<br>What you know bout, this face mob rida<br>Dumpin off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer<br>Yuk, I think it's time we fuck these mutha fuckas up<br>Show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut<br>Fuck they mamas<br>They fuckin wit killas wit seven figgas<br>Psycos, drinkin the bottles of nitro<br>Now it was yukmouth<br>That told me that<br>He got 5 on it<br>And I believed that<br>And now you<br>Better believe it too<br>Nigga I will shoot<br>Murder up you and you we ridaz!! (echos)<br><br>*(gun shots fire off)*

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