Psychopathic Yah Yah We own Bitch, put you hands up Detroit, New York, LA, Florida,
Rydas out (Mothafucka) Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Mothafucka)
We be the and vagina hiduz From the back Rydas Whitey ain't tighter We be the rollers One more, we guzzlers mothafucka Smoke us natural born street We be the sporters Stink of kiss In the of Florida Makin' on Motorolas (yea) We be platinum, gold Jet-black My rice and can hold Po-po on We be the of stub stops No Stick you up, make out the and ride out
While other bitches dream The be on the street And we be it to see if I demand bankroll With a rubber If you a Ryda, you like my fuckin' brother-man So now let's get this And do the we gotta do Find a head That the whole crew can run on the crissy Until the lookin' low the same freak bitch To the store (Take yo ass to the store) Then we out Bitch, you it's all the same When you fuckin' with them ho You can keep the (ching)
ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Mothafucka)
old golds don't come with no big shit big Shit You shoulda know you can't wit from the hood They about talkin' shit about robbin' suckas And clips In the mouth of a bitch who ain't actin't To any bitch-made nigga, you don't wanna five true Rydas Hot flow Two southwesters, eastsiders (Eastsiede!) Cell Block down sucka with the heat Out the bitch (Blah) blazin' indo Take a puff and pass it to my homies (Right here, hea!) Cock that gat and on all you phonies (Plah!) You catch a ho Splatterin' ya ho Grave get dug It ain't no
My is Bullet (zeom) I be is known as a gangsta Shackin' up in the And I ride out I put an eye out I'm in a truck Bumpin' down the tinted Nuttin' but a gat out (Blahow) Boyz n da I'll be the cat in the back Eyes buggin' With the skully branishin' Ya hear my pitter patter a mile away Head choke fallin' down the following day I be the (Yea!) Hidin' out on the Bustin' at cops for my Rydas dawgs (Whoof!) Anybody see me Bring a magnifyin' I hide in the shadows And a cap in you ass I be the (Bluah) You see me on the ten o'clock I'll put a barrel to your And blow ya feet out ya shoes
ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Mothafucka)
You better out Before we get the out Heat that we out Unload the out (Blahow) Rydas dumpin' run for cover When we on your low mothafucka (Nice!)
I even think twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow) You wanna bang the berries Be to pay the price (Blahow) I'll walk up and blow a in you face Before body even hit the floor (haha) I'm gone without a because I'm slippery, It's like hickery, dickery, When I cock the Psychopathic Ryda out (what) It's a wet cigarette Start the up and ride out
low, ride now Like Riderman's And all them in the skies Better open they Before the trigga-happy Roll out in the black Keep my name out of your And tell 'em to the fuck up (fuck up)
Ryda until the E-N-D We your beats And bankin' on your Buckle knees Take you car (Errt) Bumpin' to beats in your Bitch, ride out on (mothafucka)
ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Mothafucka)
ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Mothafucka)