Psychopathic Rydas - Bandanas lyrics

Ryders, doing the bandana song
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
We take all these motherfuckers down
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
We get all this shit done in one sweep, yeah

Ay ay man what set you claim
I'm a low down Rider I
Ain't new to the game
Got a blue bandana 'round my
Neck like a chain
Always stay strapped always ready to bang
Got the whole interior of my
Ride in gang rags
I got the windows rolled down
When I'm posted I'm slangin' bags
(Let me get one of them)
So everybody know where I'm at
Bandana on my, face one tied around the gat

Bandana on my face to conceal my identity
(Who that?)
And at the waist band to show my affinity
(Whoop whoop) rydas! Young locsta
And a dirty-ass mitten grippin'
Tight to my holsta
My favorite rag lemme tell you
What I do with this
Strictly for wiping off them finger prints
'Cause I squeeze an AK gonna spray
Anyone who stay gonna leave a doa

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blownin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blownin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome

Red black blue green, it don't really matter
(Hell no) when I step up out the crib
I be wearin' a bandana ()
One tied around my head
One hanging out my pocket
It's an automatic death sentence if
You fuckin drop it
Don't get fucked up comin' fuckin'
With a thug rag
End up toe tagged loaded in a body bag
This real shit, g's die for these squares
Come disrespect my colors
Find your ass in the cross hairs

I wear the bandana on my
Face like the lone ranger
But we different 'cause I
Kill a perfect stranger
Fuck with the kid best believe
I'll make ya famous
The stainless steel sure to leave
Ya where ya layin'
Bandana coverin' the handle of the weapon
With every color
Some motherfuckers stop guessin'
Throwin' signs, I rock the
Red, blue, black, white, and gray
Wrapped up tightly so you'll
Never see my face

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blownin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blownin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome

Bandanas, big gun blast and black trucks
Snatch goal, robbery murder to stack ducks
No Michigan state ID can find me
Flags hang out locs where I be
Pattered, scattered
Leave you beaten and battered
Blow holes in your clothes and
Leave your bones shattered
I'm Bullet, bitch
And I'm a motherfuckin' Ryda
Laced up in bandanas wrapped up inside 'em

I bust shots in the middle of a hot club
And then I stand there drunk as fuck
You won't believe what kind of shit this is
Bandanas all tucked no witnesses
Fuck a , let your chain hang low
Quick to bust back and leave
A hole in your Kangol
Walk over and relieve him of his bankroll
And leave a bandana on
His motherfuckin' face, ho

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blownin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome
Some blue, some black, some gray, some red
Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead
Bandanas! Blownin' in the breeze come on
Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome