Psychopathic Rydas - Ryden Dirtay lyrics
[Psychopathic Rydas - Ryden Dirtay lyrics]
These Rydas to cool to ride dirty
They ryde dirtay! See basically, uhh
Everyday when you wake up in hood
You got to look at yourself in
The mirror and make that decision
Either you gon' 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 heroin up in
The motherfuckin' glove box
Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine
I don't know what your
Preference is, motherfucker
But you 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, ridin' 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
Little bunch of percocets in a Kool-Aid pack
Diggin'
I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock 'N Rye
With the freak show bump bass
Twitchin' in my eye
Blow the cocaine dust all up off the dash
Pull up quick out the yay
For that night of cash
Ryden Dirtay, 'til I flip this birday
But hey it's like everyday!
Summer breeze, after I deliver these
I'ma take it ease in the Florida Keys
We's gonna take time
Sippin' Caribbean 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! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
We ridin' deep and dirty on
The streets of the D
Duck your 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 ridin' down the street
Dumpin' out windows
And we don't give a fuck
Who we really hit though!
I'm ridin' dirty like a dirty low
I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block
Full Clip and that nigga Foe Foe
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' motherfuckin' weight
Mo' Ryda taggin'
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
Ridin' dirty and that's how I do
And every nigga in my crew
Be the same way too!
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
Eight o'clock on the dot, Rydas at my door
Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol
Foe Foe wanna ride and smoke
Until the day comes
And we ain't lookin' for beef
Unless you make some
Taste them hoes and let the 20-inch rim roll
I'm out of control
Ridin' Dirty in my low-low
We just lookin' for that Barbeque
A little drank, a little weed
And that bitch with you
Whoop whoop! Look up in the rear view
Shit man, it's the pigs in blue (Damn)
Start to think "Wait
I'm straight though!"
It's officer Ham cop on the payroll
As he approaches, I roll down the window
Here we go, two grams of heroin and some endo
Get the fuck on, filthy pig!
That's the beneficials of Ryden Dirty!
There ain't no sunshine when
You're dirty ridin'
Always creepin', slidin', hidin'
Make your , shank a cop
Give a dap to the Devil and you take your
The feelin' is good when the deed is done
Home free and you didn't have to kill no one
Lucky you ain't dead, you played the game
Rydin' Dirtay boy, I tell ya
It ain't nothin' the same
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
You see, I'm an old school dirty Ryda
I used to have a motherfuckin' ice cream
Truck that I'd slang my bags from
Yea you might get a mold and bag
Of chips and nice pop from me, motherfucker
And all them motherfuckers in
The hood knew it
When they seen amotherfucker come
Jinglin' up the block
They knew it was more than a sweetening
They ryde dirtay! See basically, uhh
Everyday when you wake up in hood
You got to look at yourself in
The mirror and make that decision
Either you gon' 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 heroin up in
The motherfuckin' glove box
Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine
I don't know what your
Preference is, motherfucker
But you 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, ridin' 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
Little bunch of percocets in a Kool-Aid pack
Diggin'
I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock 'N Rye
With the freak show bump bass
Twitchin' in my eye
Blow the cocaine dust all up off the dash
Pull up quick out the yay
For that night of cash
Ryden Dirtay, 'til I flip this birday
But hey it's like everyday!
Summer breeze, after I deliver these
I'ma take it ease in the Florida Keys
We's gonna take time
Sippin' Caribbean 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! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
We ridin' deep and dirty on
The streets of the D
Duck your 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 ridin' down the street
Dumpin' out windows
And we don't give a fuck
Who we really hit though!
I'm ridin' dirty like a dirty low
I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block
Full Clip and that nigga Foe Foe
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' motherfuckin' weight
Mo' Ryda taggin'
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
Ridin' dirty and that's how I do
And every nigga in my crew
Be the same way too!
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
Eight o'clock on the dot, Rydas at my door
Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol
Foe Foe wanna ride and smoke
Until the day comes
And we ain't lookin' for beef
Unless you make some
Taste them hoes and let the 20-inch rim roll
I'm out of control
Ridin' Dirty in my low-low
We just lookin' for that Barbeque
A little drank, a little weed
And that bitch with you
Whoop whoop! Look up in the rear view
Shit man, it's the pigs in blue (Damn)
Start to think "Wait
I'm straight though!"
It's officer Ham cop on the payroll
As he approaches, I roll down the window
Here we go, two grams of heroin and some endo
Get the fuck on, filthy pig!
That's the beneficials of Ryden Dirty!
There ain't no sunshine when
You're dirty ridin'
Always creepin', slidin', hidin'
Make your , shank a cop
Give a dap to the Devil and you take your
The feelin' is good when the deed is done
Home free and you didn't have to kill no one
Lucky you ain't dead, you played the game
Rydin' Dirtay boy, I tell ya
It ain't nothin' the same
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay! (Hey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey)
You see, I'm an old school dirty Ryda
I used to have a motherfuckin' ice cream
Truck that I'd slang my bags from
Yea you might get a mold and bag
Of chips and nice pop from me, motherfucker
And all them motherfuckers in
The hood knew it
When they seen amotherfucker come
Jinglin' up the block
They knew it was more than a sweetening
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