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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 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
 'cause 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 knowPsychopathic Rydas - Ryden Dirtay - http://motolyrics.com/psychopathic-rydas/ryden-dirtay-lyrics.html
 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)









