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psychopathic rydas - car jack lyrics

[verse 1: monoxide]
this ain’t for all ages, you’re a parkin’ lot violation
i’m the reason they make 12 guages
i’m in season, and you’re outdated
most hated at your neighborhood watch meet, and i’m not playin’
[?] get ready for the [?]
[?] layin’ ’em down runnin’ [?]
blazin’ like a four five
leave ya leakin’ like an oil line

[verse 2: violent j]
you hear that? my feet is pumpkin’
and you sittin’ on somethin’, believe it i’m dumpin’ (bless ya)
get the f+ck out so i can jump in
peel off, you mad, double fist pumpin’
it’s bullet, quick to pull it
push your whole wig back into a mullet
i car jack, only if you are wack
mack if you live, don’t expect to get your car back

[verse 3: anybody k!lla]
run into you at a red light, all black hoodie on
pull a heater from my waist, [?] (get out!)
this is a jack move, leave your purse where it’s at
get up out the f+ckin’ ride, turn around and don’t look back
you’re just a victim of my everyday routine
the way i make a livin’ from the weakness of a human being
car jack these city streets so i can earn my keep
i do it anyway, i [?] to stay up on my feet
[verse 4: sh+ggy 2 dope]
there ain’t no if’s and’s or but’s about it
if you’re sittin’ on what i like, you comin’ out it
i’m only gonna tell ya once, don’t make me shout it
or you gon’ make me blast some wiled out sh+t
ain’t no nine one one gon’ save ya
i’ll send ya back to the man that made ya
you best not get in the way on my payday
your life or your ride ain’t sh+t to me

[verse 5: boondox]
[?] worlds collide
put the shotty to the window on the passenger side (get out the car!)
best to hop up out the seat because your sh+t is mine
now that’s what the f+ck i call a [?] crime
because the whip is my passion, at your skully i be blastin’
you with so much ammunition, make your seatbelt unfasten
and i ride off, that’s what a ryda do
now your only way home is the rubber on your tennis shoes

[verse 6: blaze ya dead homie]
green turns to yellow, that light turns red
i’m out the back seat with the mossberg to the head
don’t hit the gas, ain’t hearin’ what you said (don’t say sh+t)
put the sh+t in park unless you wanna wear the lead
and i don’t want your brains all over my interior
yeah, i said mine, could i be any clearer?
get the f+ck out, leave it runnin’ with the keys in it
[?] the minute you been car jacked
[verse 7: jamie madrox]
leave the motor runnin’, i’m throwin’ ya to the asphalt
shut the f+ck up, quiet, stompin’ you to the sidewalk
jump in the driver’s seat, gas pedal through the floor
[?] grip the steerin’ wheel, slam the door
hundred miles an hour as i grip up the street
in a black suv, car jacked, broken glass in the front seat
no seatbelt, loaded gun in my lap
so i let a few clap at the police in the back, back, back!

- psychopathic rydas lyrics

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