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Psychopathic Rydas - Ride Out lyrics
Psychopathic Rydas
 Yah Yah
 Mothafucka
 We own Detroit
 Bitch, put you mothafuckin' hands up
 Detroit, New York, LA, Florida, Boston
 Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
 Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
 We be the dick and vagina hiduz
 From the back siders
 Psychopathic Rydas
 Whitey tighties ain't tighter
 We be the cheeva rollers
 One more, we creezy guzzlers
 Bitch mothafucka
 Smoke us natural born street hustlas
 We be the hatchet sporters
 Stink of kiss supporters
 In the Keys of Florida
 Makin' deals on Motorolas (yea)
 We be drapin' platinum, gold
 Jet-black Roles
 My rice and rolls can hold
 Po-po on payroll
 We be the holders of stub stops
 No doubt
 Stick you up, make out the back
 Drop and ride out
 While other bitches dream about
 The Rydas be on the street
 And we be about it
 Check to see if I demand bankroll
 With a rubber band
 If you a Ryda, then you like my fuckin' brother-man
 So now let's get this cheddar
 And do the things we gotta do
 Find a chicken head
 That the whole crew can run thru
 Sippin' on the crissy
 Until the bottle lookin' low
 Send the same freak bitch
 To the mothafuckin' store (Take yo ass to the store)
 Then we ride out
 Bitch, you know it's all the same
 When you fuckin' with them ballers ho
 You can keep the change (ching)
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
 Rydin' old golds don't come with no big shit big Shit
 You shoulda know you can't fuck wit
 Niggas from the hood
 They ain't about talkin' shit
 They about robbin' suckas
 And emptin' clips
 In the mouth of a bitch who ain't actin't right
 To any bitch-made nigga, you don't wanna fight
 With five true Rydas
 Hot flow providers
 Two southwesters, three eastsiders (Eastsiede!)
 Cell Block runnin' down sucka with the heat
 Out the window bitch (Blah)
 Steady blazin' indo
 Take a puff and pass it to my homies (Right here, right hea!)
 Cock that gat and unload on all you phonies (Plah!)
 You catch a slug ho
 Splatterin' ya blood ho
 Grave get dug bitch
 It ain't no low-low
 My name is Bullet (zeom)
 I be what is known as a gangsta
 Psychopathic Rydas - Ride Out - http://motolyrics.com/psychopathic-rydas/ride-out-lyrics.html
 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
 Nuttin' but a gat hangin' out (Blahow)
 Boyz n da hood
 I'll be the cat in the back seat
 Eyes buggin' wide
 With the skully branishin' heat
 Ya hear my pitter patter from a mile away
 Head choke still fallin' down the following day
 I be the maniac (Yea!)
 Hidin' out on the roof
 Bustin' shots at cops for my Rydas dawgs (Whoof!)
 Anybody wanna see me
 Bring a magnifyin' glass
 'cause I hide in the shadows
 And bust a cap in you ass
 I be the killer (Bluah)
 You see me on the ten o'clock news
 I'll put a barrel to your chest
 And blow ya feet right out ya shoes
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
 You better ride out
 Before we get the slide out
 Heat that we roll out
 Unload the smoke out (Blahow)
 Rydas dumpin' clips
 Bithces run for cover
 When we on your block
 Duck low mothafucka (Nice!)
 I won't even think twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow)
 You wanna bang with the berries
 Be prepared to pay the price (Blahow)
 I'll walk up and blow a hole in you face
 Before your body even hit the floor (haha)
 I'm gone without a trace because
 I'm slippery, trickery
 It's like hickery, dickery, dock
 When I cock the glock
 Psychopathic Ryda hidin' out (what)
 It's like a wet cigarette
 Start the Blazer up and ride out
 Ride low, ride now
 Like Riderman's prime
 And all them bitches in the skies
 Better open they eyes
 Before the trigga-happy Rydas
 Roll out in the black truck
 Keep my name out of your mouth
 And tell 'em to shut the fuck up (fuck up)
 Ryda love until the E-N-D
 We constentantly
 Checkin' your beats
 And bankin' on your cheese
 Please
 Buckle your knees
 Take you car keys (Errt)
 Bumpin' to beats in your whip
 Bitch, ride out on these (mothafucka)
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
 Rydas ryde out (Whut)
 Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)









