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PSYCHOPATHIC RYDAS lyrics : "Rydin' 4 Life"

Psychopathic Rydas....ryde on
these (*##$es....forever
and a day....y'all know how we do...it's Westside till

we d-izz-ie...Eastside till we d-izz-ie....worldwide..

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!

Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!

Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!

That's for life!!

Now we rydin' on these (*##$es, ain't no mercy in my eyes

With the Rydas by my side
Screamin', "Die, mu$#&@a, die!!"
Never hesitate

All up in the Escalade
Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin'
Always into somethin'

Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window
Blazin' indo
Lookin' for a narc or a nympho

Breathin' this pollution always dancin' with the
streets
With my heat

Can't be beat
Get in mind
And we rydin'


I'ma ryde
I got a hatchet on my side

Long time ago, I was born to ryde
Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda
Only real mission here is takin' you higher

But we gets $#&@ed up and that's a fact
We roll down your streets, pumpin', shootin' off gats
So what the $#&@ (*##$, why you wanna get shot?

You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!

Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!

Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!

That's for life!!

I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy

Already rydin', grippin' a black Huffy
So
Buffy my picky-lo

(*##$y-ho
I'm the last jiggi-lo
Fo' rilly tho

On the dealio
About this crew
You don't join this %#@!...we come to you

Only a chosen few
That know the pros and cons
$#&@ the Mafia, we froze the Dons

Stakes in bonds
I'm in a cashmiere sweater
The better your cheddar

The wetter you get her
And never let her $$# what she don't need to know
'Cause the flossin' will kill ya for sho'

I know
I had to kill a deputy
Tryin' to question me

About equity
I coulda let it be
But my skrilla comes first

Till you see this Ryda rydin' a hearse

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!

Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!


Rydin'? Rydin' (*##$, no time for hidin'
Rydin' is for a perfect balance in time
Rydin' A, grippin' oversized black trucks
Rydin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!?

Rydin' C, fellow Rydas always got your back
Rydin' D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my
Cadillac
Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads
Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and then some, 'nuff said


You wanna ryde
Well (*##$, tell me why
You wanna be hard, think I'm Mr. Nice Guy
But I ain't, I'm the one they call Cell Block
Carry two Colt .45's and a Glock

Ready to pull out, so (*##$ squeeze that
Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat
Five seconds later he was on the ground
I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!

Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!

Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!

That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!

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