Psychopathic Yah Yah We own Bitch, put you mothafuckin' up Detroit, New York, LA, Florida,
Rydas out (Mothafucka) ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) ryde out (Mothafucka)
We be the dick and hiduz the back siders Psychopathic Whitey tighties tighter We be the rollers One more, we guzzlers mothafucka Smoke us natural street hustlas We be the sporters of kiss supporters In the Keys of deals on Motorolas (yea) We be platinum, gold Jet-black My and rolls can hold on payroll We be the holders of stops No you up, make out the back Drop and out
While other dream about The Rydas be on the And we be it Check to see if I demand a rubber band If you a Ryda, then you my fuckin' brother-man So now let's get cheddar And do the things we do Find a head the whole crew can run thru Sippin' on the Until the bottle low Send the same freak To the store (Take yo ass to the store) we ride out Bitch, you know all the same When you fuckin' with ballers ho You can the change (ching)
Rydas out (Whut) ryde out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) ryde out (Mothafucka)
Rydin' old golds don't come with no big big Shit You know you can't fuck wit Niggas the hood They about talkin' shit They about robbin' And clips In the of a bitch who ain't actin't right To any nigga, you don't wanna fight five true Rydas Hot flow Two southwesters, eastsiders (Eastsiede!) Cell Block runnin' sucka with the heat Out the window (Blah) blazin' indo Take a puff and pass it to my (Right here, right hea!) that gat and unload on all you phonies (Plah!) You a slug ho ya blood ho Grave get dug It no low-low
My name is (zeom) I be what is known as a Shackin' up in the And I ride out I put an eye out I'm in a truck Bumpin' the block tinted Nuttin' but a gat out (Blahow) Boyz n da be the cat in the back seat Eyes wide With the branishin' heat Ya hear my pitter patter a mile away Head choke fallin' down the following day I be the (Yea!) out on the roof Bustin' shots at cops for my dawgs (Whoof!) Anybody see me a magnifyin' glass 'cause I 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 to your chest And blow ya feet right out ya
Rydas out (Whut) ryde out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) ryde out (Mothafucka)
You better out we get the slide out Heat that we out the smoke out (Blahow) Rydas clips run for cover When we on block Duck low (Nice!)
I won't think twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow) You wanna bang the berries Be prepared to pay the (Blahow) walk up and blow a hole in you face Before your even hit the floor (haha) I'm gone a trace because I'm slippery, It's like hickery, dickery, When I the glock Ryda hidin' out (what) It's a wet cigarette the Blazer up and ride out
Ride low, now Like Riderman's And all bitches in the skies Better they eyes Before the trigga-happy out in the black truck Keep my name out of your And tell 'em to shut the up (fuck up)
love until the E-N-D We Checkin' your And on your cheese Buckle knees you car keys (Errt) Bumpin' to in your whip Bitch, out on these (mothafucka)
Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Mothafucka)
Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Mothafucka)