Psychopathic Rydas - Scrimps lyrics

Yeah! Scrimps! And juice, bitch!
That's what I want, you got that here?
You have you got any Chinese spare
Ribs up in this motherfucker?
Fuck that, give me some scrimp and juice
Motherfucker, I'ma get loose up in
This bitch right now!

24 with the gold tip, scrimps and juice
All platinum with the gold grip
About to get loose
Triple black windows like "What that is?"
Foe Foe and the Rydas in the big body Benz
All my friends is close and my enemies closer
'Til wind up pictured
On the Have You Seen Me poster
Sippin' on the beach with
Hoes feedin' me grapes
I had to get up out the
Hood into a gated estate
All the haters need to back the fuck
Up before I back the truck up
And leave your crew all shot and stuck up
In the hood
All the money in the world ain't nothin'
That's why they always hate
You for somethin' motherfuckers!

Ryda convoy rollin' tough again
Black hummer H2 on the 42 spins
Scrimp and juice bar, restin' in the console
Foldaway hatch with the strippers pole
Lil Shank comin' through with
A gang of chickens
And plenty of that nose candy
For them hoes that dippin'
Take them bitches down
Send 'em home with limps
And I be sippin' on my
Juice and double-dippin my scrimps

You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(Get your money, man) when I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you
(Get your money, man)
You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(Get your money, man) when I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you
(Get your money, man)

Get off my plate bitch, my scrimp
I walk with a pimp limp, I'm no simp
I'm a Ryda, even when I walk I'm ridin'
In the small of my back
Is a Glock I'm hidin' when I pull out
Motherfuckers' foreheads blow out
I'm one them thugs
The reason you don't go out
Me and Lil Shank, Full Clip, and Cell Block
Ride with us, we drop you off shell shocked
Juice and scrimps, gangsta fury
Don't worry
Weed man comin' through in a hurry
And my name, you motherfuckers know my name
You won't forget it when I bury
One deep in your brain!

Seven days a week, sippin' juice
Eatin' shrimp
Bubba Gump ain't got shit on me
Man I be parlayin'
You would think I'd say bye to sea
Cause the hood the whole hood smell fishy
Butter 'em up dawg!
Barbeque, sautéed, pan-fried
Whatever tall glass of homemade wine juice
Bitch it's on!
When we chillin, it's like a lunch break
Cause thuggin' all the time could
Make a motherfucker hungry

You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(Get your money, man) when I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you
(Get your money, man)
You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(Get your money, man) when I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you
(Get your money, man)

Ballin' outta control
My money folds and bills with big faces
And every money is delivered in some suitcase
And my scrimp and juice is on swole
And keeps all the Ryda
On some dime Cristall and any luxury
Cell Block got the hood unlocked
Slangin' all types of rock
And kill a motherfucker runnin' his spot
It's my streets
It's my ground and that bump is my sound
You can hear my system pound from
The other side of town

Since I was knee high to a big wheel
I was always determined to role
With a crew of Rydas, keepin' it real
I met Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Converse
Sawed Off, Cell Block
All this shit was unheard
But we had mad dreams of makin' it big
Shrimp and juice
Warm butter on my lobster bib
Pimpin', thuggin', ridin', mashin'
Seven black trucks parked at the Ryda mansion
And it don't stop
So go ahead wipe that cocktail sauce off
Yo chin and count that money, man!
Psychopathic Rydas all up in this bitch
And we don't give a shit
Go ahead and get your shrimp!

You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(Get your money, man) when I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you
(Get your money, man)
You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(Get your money, man) when I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you
(Get your money, man, I don't
Know long this gon' ride
But I'ma tell you somethin')

You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(What you need to do is take
Your ass back in the
Kitchen and bring me out one
Of them goblets of shrimp)
When I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you (As you can see
I'm running a little low over here)
You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(Oh no, oh no, you can put that on my baby
Yeah act like you know)
When I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you
(That's right, real heavy on
The cocktail sauce, pimpin')
You have that juice and
Scrimp, don't ride boy, you's a pimp
(Shrimp and juice, 2005 to infinity)
When I ride with you
Boy let me ride with you
(Psychopathic Rydas and Big Daddy Coconut
Up in this motherfucker)
Keepin' it greasy for y'all hang tight
Velvet

9-1-1, what's your emergency?
Uh yeah, we need some, uh, pigs
I mean police over around the Wyoming
And there's some bitch, I mean some
Chick over there gettin' raped, hurry up!
Ok sir, we're gonna send unit's-
Alright, so check this out man
Check this out
Right when those motherfuckers pull up
Then we pull and start dumpin'
On their motherfuckin' ass! Buck, buck!