Psychopathic Rydas - Sunset Rydas lyrics
[Psychopathic Rydas - Sunset Rydas lyrics]
We got a request out here with the
Sunshine shinin' out in the hood
Said they wanna hear somethin' sweet
Somethin' to watch the sun go down to so uh
Turn your shit back up for this one here
Sunset ridin', here it goes
It's 80 degrees in the D, let the night begin
Rollin' through the with a gang of friends
40 oz, fat sack, pocket full of ends
In the hood, sunset ridin' work's put in
It's time to kick it with the
Homies that be down for life
And reminisce for all the rydas
That ain't here tonight
So get your tank filled up
'cause it's time to roll
With my sounds full-blast and a bitch to go
Twenty dollars on pump two
Turn it down bitch? Fuck you
I like to crank my jams loud as I can
Understand?
The sun is about to set, got me a 40
Finna get wet
And ghost ride into the barbecue
To smoke with ghetto vets
I'ma fix me a plate with potato salad
Everything a half a slab of baby backs
Fist full of chicken wing feelin' good
Now I'm watchin' knuckleheads shootin' hoop
Finna get into the dice game and punk
These fools for all they loot
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
What up, playa? What they cookin' over there?
I'm stuck with at the car wash
And you know they don't care
I'm trying to get me a plate
For the rest of the rydas
And let me eat all the barbecue in the place
Sauce around my face is how I picture me
Covered in baked beans, another plate, please
I got to say these summertime days amaze me
But when the sun sets, it's time to get crazy
When the sun go down
Shit go down on my block
Bitches' titties shined up my truck
Didn't miss one spot
And the smell of them 'cue ribs
Is thick in the air
Takin' potshots at them cops
And don't nobody care
The game's on the tube
A circle of fools rollin' dice
Got a little somethin' on my arm
And that little somethin's nice
Besides the glare of chrome
All they see my whip on black
Tonight seems so right
Even grandma tippin' back
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Candy paint drippin' like a slit wrist
Fresh pair of kicks
G-stars and it's time to dip
Grab the AK and the MP5
When the sun goes down
You know these thugs get live
But I ain't out lookin' for
No drama in the hood
If you keep it real with me
Then the shit'll be all good
I will just hand it to the barbecue
Over at my Ma Nim's
Kickin', eat some chicken
Fill my cup to the brim
Hot wax mode and my trucks all clean and
To my ho's house, I must be dreamin'
Food on the fire, 40s in the fridge
And her momma's got her shitty-butt kids
After the food, I'll take you to a movie
Unless I pass out first again, excuse me
Backyard lawn chair, receivin' a hummer
Sunset ridin', I love the summer
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Turn the key on the ignition
(Start it up) , brand new expedition
Ridin' clean with my rims and system
Sunset ridin' on a mission
Got the chickenheads scatterin' to the park
Nothin's missin' cuz the Rydas showin' up
So they party with goons
And it's all goin' down under the moon
The 'cue's going on, look you're up
Got the weed-brewin' syrup, so hurr' up!
And at the end of the day
I ride off into the sunset
And at the end of the day
I ride off into the sunset
You're still listening to 187bitch
Welcome back to Ryda Radio, mutha facko
It's been a long day of ridin'
And you know you tired
How you know you done spent your
Whole day washin' and waxin'
Your ride, workin', bustin' your ass
For the middle class
Maybe cuttin' your grass
But you're sittin' back and smokin' some
Grass like a true player
Well the sun's going down off on the horizon
So it's time to get live and unwind
It's a real cool 95 degrees
Outside and it's hot
Enough to cook an egg on a hooker's titty
But you know how that go
I just took a caller
Told me that it's sweet outside
I said it might be ya titty or
Maybe it's just that open pit
KC Masterpiece
Or that Baby Ray's on the glaze
Gon' brush me up
Mr dr barbecue-on-the-grills-of-steel
Maybe you can fix a plate for your big homie
Don't forget to fix one up for me
Sweet day, you know the rest
Call me Coconut, back door ryda
Finger in ya butt, ya feel me?
She did, don't sweat it kid
The game is a work in progress
And right now
We all gonna take a lunch break
Y'all here to get saucy? We'll
Be right back on 187bitch
Ryda Radio, crushed pineapple galore, baby
Sunshine shinin' out in the hood
Said they wanna hear somethin' sweet
Somethin' to watch the sun go down to so uh
Turn your shit back up for this one here
Sunset ridin', here it goes
It's 80 degrees in the D, let the night begin
Rollin' through the with a gang of friends
40 oz, fat sack, pocket full of ends
In the hood, sunset ridin' work's put in
It's time to kick it with the
Homies that be down for life
And reminisce for all the rydas
That ain't here tonight
So get your tank filled up
'cause it's time to roll
With my sounds full-blast and a bitch to go
Twenty dollars on pump two
Turn it down bitch? Fuck you
I like to crank my jams loud as I can
Understand?
The sun is about to set, got me a 40
Finna get wet
And ghost ride into the barbecue
To smoke with ghetto vets
I'ma fix me a plate with potato salad
Everything a half a slab of baby backs
Fist full of chicken wing feelin' good
Now I'm watchin' knuckleheads shootin' hoop
Finna get into the dice game and punk
These fools for all they loot
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
What up, playa? What they cookin' over there?
I'm stuck with at the car wash
And you know they don't care
I'm trying to get me a plate
For the rest of the rydas
And let me eat all the barbecue in the place
Sauce around my face is how I picture me
Covered in baked beans, another plate, please
I got to say these summertime days amaze me
But when the sun sets, it's time to get crazy
When the sun go down
Shit go down on my block
Bitches' titties shined up my truck
Didn't miss one spot
And the smell of them 'cue ribs
Is thick in the air
Takin' potshots at them cops
And don't nobody care
The game's on the tube
A circle of fools rollin' dice
Got a little somethin' on my arm
And that little somethin's nice
Besides the glare of chrome
All they see my whip on black
Tonight seems so right
Even grandma tippin' back
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Candy paint drippin' like a slit wrist
Fresh pair of kicks
G-stars and it's time to dip
Grab the AK and the MP5
When the sun goes down
You know these thugs get live
But I ain't out lookin' for
No drama in the hood
If you keep it real with me
Then the shit'll be all good
I will just hand it to the barbecue
Over at my Ma Nim's
Kickin', eat some chicken
Fill my cup to the brim
Hot wax mode and my trucks all clean and
To my ho's house, I must be dreamin'
Food on the fire, 40s in the fridge
And her momma's got her shitty-butt kids
After the food, I'll take you to a movie
Unless I pass out first again, excuse me
Backyard lawn chair, receivin' a hummer
Sunset ridin', I love the summer
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Truck black
(Right here) , where the gat? (Right here)
All my rydas, if you with me, where you at?
(Right here)
I'm a gangsta, even when the sun shines
And when it goes down, I go for mines
Turn the key on the ignition
(Start it up) , brand new expedition
Ridin' clean with my rims and system
Sunset ridin' on a mission
Got the chickenheads scatterin' to the park
Nothin's missin' cuz the Rydas showin' up
So they party with goons
And it's all goin' down under the moon
The 'cue's going on, look you're up
Got the weed-brewin' syrup, so hurr' up!
And at the end of the day
I ride off into the sunset
And at the end of the day
I ride off into the sunset
You're still listening to 187bitch
Welcome back to Ryda Radio, mutha facko
It's been a long day of ridin'
And you know you tired
How you know you done spent your
Whole day washin' and waxin'
Your ride, workin', bustin' your ass
For the middle class
Maybe cuttin' your grass
But you're sittin' back and smokin' some
Grass like a true player
Well the sun's going down off on the horizon
So it's time to get live and unwind
It's a real cool 95 degrees
Outside and it's hot
Enough to cook an egg on a hooker's titty
But you know how that go
I just took a caller
Told me that it's sweet outside
I said it might be ya titty or
Maybe it's just that open pit
KC Masterpiece
Or that Baby Ray's on the glaze
Gon' brush me up
Mr dr barbecue-on-the-grills-of-steel
Maybe you can fix a plate for your big homie
Don't forget to fix one up for me
Sweet day, you know the rest
Call me Coconut, back door ryda
Finger in ya butt, ya feel me?
She did, don't sweat it kid
The game is a work in progress
And right now
We all gonna take a lunch break
Y'all here to get saucy? We'll
Be right back on 187bitch
Ryda Radio, crushed pineapple galore, baby
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