Psychopathic Yah Yah We own Bitch, put you hands up Detroit, New York, LA, Florida,
ryde out (Mothafucka) Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) ryde out (Mothafucka)
We be the dick and hiduz From the siders Psychopathic Whitey tighties tighter We be the cheeva One more, we creezy Bitch us natural born street hustlas We be the sporters Stink of supporters In the of Florida Makin' deals on (yea) We be platinum, gold Roles My rice and rolls can on payroll We be the holders of stops No you up, make out the back Drop and out
While other bitches dream The Rydas be on the And we be it Check to see if I bankroll With a band If you a Ryda, you like my fuckin' brother-man So now let's get this And do the we gotta do Find a chicken That the whole can run thru on the crissy Until the bottle low the same freak bitch To the store (Take yo ass to the store) we ride out Bitch, you know it's all the you fuckin' with them ballers ho You can keep the (ching)
Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Yeah boy) Rydas out (Whut) Rydas out (Mothafucka)
Rydin' old golds don't come no big shit big Shit You shoulda know you can't wit Niggas from the They ain't talkin' shit about robbin' suckas And clips In the mouth of a bitch who ain't right To any bitch-made nigga, you don't fight With five Rydas Hot providers Two southwesters, eastsiders (Eastsiede!) Cell Block runnin' down sucka with the Out the bitch (Blah) blazin' indo Take a and pass it to my homies (Right here, right hea!) Cock gat and unload on all you phonies (Plah!) You a slug ho ya blood ho Grave get dug It no low-low
My is Bullet (zeom) I be what is as a gangsta up in the hide-out And I ride out I put an eye out I'm in a truck down the block windows Nuttin' but a gat out (Blahow) Boyz n da I'll be the cat in the back Eyes buggin' the skully branishin' heat Ya hear my pitter patter from a away Head choke still fallin' down the day I be the (Yea!) Hidin' out on the Bustin' at cops for my Rydas dawgs (Whoof!) wanna see me Bring a glass 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 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 Before we get the out Heat that we out the smoke out (Blahow) Rydas clips run for cover When we on block low mothafucka (Nice!)
I won't even twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow) You bang with the berries Be to pay the price (Blahow) I'll walk up and blow a in you face Before your body hit the floor (haha) I'm gone without a trace I'm slippery, It's hickery, dickery, dock I cock the glock Psychopathic Ryda out (what) It's like a wet Start the up and ride out
low, ride now Like Riderman's And all them in the skies Better open eyes Before the Rydas Roll out in the truck Keep my name out of mouth And tell 'em to the fuck up (fuck up)
love until the E-N-D We your beats And on your cheese Buckle your Take you car (Errt) to beats in your whip 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) ryde out (Mothafucka)