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These to cool to ryde dirty
Ryde Dirtay
See basically, uhh, everyday you wake up in hood
You look at yourself in the mirror
And that decision
Either you ride like a square
Or you gonna ride like a Ryda
But Rydas are too for that shit
They Dirtay
You see
You have 6, 7 bags heron up in the mutha fuck glove box
Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the
I don't what your preference is
Mothafucka but ya better have your
And if the pig pull you
You hesitate to pull off on his ass

15 black trucks
in the roll
From the 7 Mile East to the southwest

Final
Park summertime
Where them bitches flaunt ass in the
I my wheel
I'm like the 4th truck
Lil' punch of
And a Kool-Aid

I'm tryin' not to the Rock and Rye
With the freekshow bump twitch in my eye
Blowin' dust all up off the dash
Bullet out the yay for that night of cash
Dirtay
Till I this Birtay
But hey like

Summer
After I these
I'ma it eaz
In the Keys
We'z take time
Sippin' wine
a twist of lime
In the
In the hood, I be tryin' to that J
I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be out ryden (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be out dirtay (Heeey)

We ryden deep and
On the of the D
ya head low
When you see me the heat
I'm comin' for your
And all fuckin' cash
So you see us pull up
You hit the gas
And mash all out of district, bitch
Stay and become my next victim
'cause we rydin' the street
out windows
And we don't give a who we really hit though

I'm dirty like a dirty low
I'm down with Bullet, Block, Full Clip and that nigga Foe Foe
Mo money mo
Mo mutha weight
Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of black paint
I the line and put a K, you know
How we do it come to them outside ho's
I'ma Ryda rydin'
And how I do
And nigga in my crew be the same way to

I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be out dirtay (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to that J
I be out ryden (Heeey)

Eight on the dot
Rydas at my
Grab a bag of and a chrome pistol
Foe Foe wanna ryde and smoke the day comes
And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya some
Taste ho's
And let the 20 rim roll
I'm out of
Rydin' in my low low
We just lookin' for that
With a lil' drank, a lil'
And that with you

WOOP
Look up in the view
Shit, man
the pigs in blue
Start to get i'm straight though
It's officer Ham cop on the payroll
As he
I roll the window
we go
Two grams of heron and some
Get the on
pig
That's the
Of Ryden

There no sunshine
ya dirty rydin'
Always
Slidin'
Make Ya
a Cop
Give a dap to the
And ya your knot
The is good when the deed is done
Home free and ya have to kill no one
Lucky you dead
You played the
Rydin' Dirtay boy I ya
Ain't nothin' the (come on now)

I be all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be out ryden (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to that J
I be out dirtay (Heeey)

You see I'm an old school ryda
I used to have a mothafuckin' ice cream
That I'd my bags from
Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and fine pop from me
And all the mutha in the hood knew it
When they see the mutha fucka jinglin' up the block
knew it was comin'
Sweet (heeey)