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psychopathic rydas - sunset rydas lyrics

[intro: lil’ shank]
we got a request out here with the sunshine shinin’ out in the hood
said they wanna hear somethin’ sweet, somethin’ to watch the sun go down to
so uh, turn your sh+t back up for this one here
sunset ridin’, here it goes

[verse 1: sawed off]
it’s 80 degrees in the d, let the night begin
rollin’ through the [?] with a gang of friends
40 oz., fat sack, pocket full of ends
in the hood, sunset ridin’ work’s put in
it’s time to kick it with the homies that be down for life
and reminisce for all the rydas that ain’t here tonight
so get your tank filled up, ’cause it’s time to roll
with my sounds full+blast and a b+tch to go
[verse 2: lil’ shank]
twenty dollars on pump two, turn it down b+tch? f+ck you
i like to crank my jams loud as i can, understand?
the sun is about to set, got me a 40, finna get wet
and ghost ride into the barbecue to smoke with ghetto vets
i’ma fix me a plate with potato salad, everything
a half a slab of baby backs, fist full of chicken wing
feelin’ good, now i’m watchin’ knuckleheads shootin’ hoop
finna get into the dice game and punk these fools for all they loot

[chorus: cell block, full clip, , ]
truck black (right here!), where the gat? (right here!)
all my rydas, if you with me, where you at? (right here!)
i’m a gangsta,
and when it goes down,
truck black (right here!), where the gat? (right here!)
all my rydas, if you with me, where you at? (right here!)
i’m a gangsta,
and when it goes down,

[verse 3: foe foe]
what up, playa? what they cookin’ over there?
i’m stuck with the car washin’, you know they don’t care
i’m trying to get me a plate for the rest of the rydas
and let me eat all the barbecue in the place
sauce around my face is how i [?]
covered in baked beans, another plate, please
i got to say at least summertime days amaze me
but when the sun sets, it’s time to crazy
[verse 4: full clip]
when the sun go down, sh+t go down on my block
b+tches’ titties shined up my truck, didn’t miss one spot
and the smell of them ‘cue ribs is thick in the air
takin’ potshots at them cops and don’t n0body care
the game’s on the tube, a circle of fools rollin’ dice
got a little somethin’ on my arm, and that little somethin’s nice
besides the glare of chrome, all they see my whip on black
tonight seems so right, even grandma tippin’ back

[verse 5: yung dirt]
candy paint drippin’ like a slit wrist
fresh pair of kicks, g+stars and it’s time to dip
grab the ak and the mp5
when the sun goes down, you know these thugs get live
but i ain’t out lookin’ for no drama in the hood
if you keep it real with me, then the sh+t’ll be all good
i will just hand it to the barbecue, over at my [?]
kickin’, eat some chicken, fill my cup to the brim
[verse 6: bullet]
hot wax mode and my trucks all clean and
to my ho’s house, i must be dreamin’
food on the fire, 40s in the fridge
and my momma’s got a sh+tty [?]
after the food, i’ll take you to a movie
unless i pass out first again, excuse me
backyard lawn chair, receivin’ a hummer
sunset ridin’, i love the summer

[verse 7: cell block]
turn the key on the ignition ([?]), brand new expedition
ridin’ clean [?] with my rims and system
sunset ridin’ on a mission
got the chickenheads scatterin’ to the park, nothin’s missin’
cuz the rydas showin’ up, so they party with goons
and it’s all goin’ down under the moon
the ‘cue’s going on, look you’re up
got the weed+brewin’ syrup, so [?]

[bridge: bullet & foe foe]
and at the end of the day, i ride off into the sunset
and at the end of the day, i ride off into the sunset

[outro: lil’ shank]
you’re still listening to 187.b+tch
welcome back to ryda radio, m+th+ facko
it’s been a long day of ridin’ and you know you tired
how you know you done spent your whole day washin’ and waxin’ your ride, workin’, bustin’ your ass for the middle class, maybe cuttin’ your grass
but you’re sittin’ back and smokin’ some grass like a true player
well the sun’s going down off on the horizon, so it’s time to get live and unwind
it’s a real cool 95 degrees outside and it’s hot enough to cook an egg on a hooker’s titty
but you know how that go, i just took a caller, told me that it’s sweet outside
i said it might be a titty or maybe it’s just that ogre pit
[?] masterpiece, [?] raise on the glaze
gon’ brush me up, mr. dr. barbecue+on+the+grills+of+steel
maybe you can fix a plate for your big homie
don’t forget to fix one up for me
sweet day, you know the rest
call me coconut, back door ryda, finger in ya b+tt, ya feel me?
she did, don’t sweat it kid, the game is a work in progress
and right now, we all gonna take a lunch break
y’all here to get saucy? we’ll be right back on 187.b+tch
ryda radio, crushed pineapple galore, baby

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