Psychopathic Yah Yah We own Bitch, put you hands up Detroit, New York, LA, Florida,
ryde out (Mothafucka) Rydas out (Whut) ryde out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Mothafucka)
We be the dick and hiduz From the back Psychopathic tighties ain't tighter We be the cheeva One more, we creezy Bitch us natural born street hustlas We be the sporters Stink of supporters In the Keys of deals on Motorolas (yea) We be drapin' platinum, Jet-black My and rolls 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 Rydas be on the And we be it Check to see if I bankroll a rubber band If you a Ryda, then you like my brother-man So now let's get cheddar And do the we gotta do Find a chicken That the whole can run thru on the crissy Until the bottle low Send the same bitch To the mothafuckin' (Take yo ass to the store) we ride 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)
Rydin' old golds don't come no big shit big Shit You know you can't fuck wit Niggas the hood They about talkin' shit They about robbin' And clips In the mouth of a bitch who actin't right To any nigga, you don't wanna fight With five true Hot providers Two southwesters, eastsiders (Eastsiede!) Cell runnin' down sucka with the heat Out the bitch (Blah) Steady blazin' Take a puff and it to my homies (Right here, right hea!) Cock that gat and unload on all you (Plah!) You a slug ho ya blood ho Grave get dug It no low-low
My is Bullet (zeom) I be what is known as a Shackin' up in the And when I 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 buggin' With the branishin' heat Ya hear my pitter patter a mile away Head still fallin' down the following day I be the (Yea!) Hidin' out on the Bustin' shots at cops for my Rydas (Whoof!) wanna see me Bring a glass 'cause I hide in the And a cap in you ass I be the (Bluah) You see me on the ten o'clock put a barrel to your chest And blow ya feet out ya shoes
ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Mothafucka)
You better out we get the slide out Heat we roll out the smoke out (Blahow) Rydas dumpin' Bithces run for When we on your Duck low (Nice!)
I won't even think twice about buckin' the (Blahow) You wanna bang the berries Be prepared to pay the (Blahow) I'll walk up and blow a in you face Before your body even hit the (haha) I'm without a trace because I'm slippery, It's like hickery, dickery, I cock the glock Psychopathic hidin' out (what) like a wet cigarette Start the Blazer up and out
low, ride now Like Riderman's And all bitches in the skies open they eyes Before the Rydas out in the black truck Keep my out of your mouth And tell 'em to shut the up (fuck up)
Ryda love the E-N-D We your beats And bankin' on cheese Buckle your Take you car (Errt) Bumpin' to beats in whip Bitch, ride out on (mothafucka)
ryde out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) ryde out (Mothafucka)
Rydas out (Whut) ryde out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) ryde out (Mothafucka)