the rydas - fuckin rydas in here lyrics
[chorus: jamie madrox]
ogs (what!)
little skull (h+ll yeah!)
it ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of f+ckin’ rydas in here
we can mash up talk out turn up
we about money hoes drugs and straps
h+ll yeah!
everybody on the other side talk sh+t
want to ride all of y’all gettin’ laid on your back
ogs (what!)
little skull (h+ll yeah!)
it ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of f+ckin’ rydas in here
we can mash up talk out turn up
we about money hoes drugs and straps
h+ll yeah!
everybody on the other side talk sh+t
want to ride all of y’all gettin’ laid on your back
[verse 1: monoxide]
ryda ryda got the stick in the back seat
smokin’ loud run this sh+t like a track meet
drawing a pound every b+tch it attracts me
want to come to town you know what it is exactly
i don’t give a f+ck the police want to ask me
’cause i don’t f+ck with 12 all they do is arrest me
what should i expect? everything okay
with the ski mask always covering my face
you just a opp so let’s get that straight
cookin ass m+th+f+cka told police my name
so when i’m baggin’ at your front door don’t ask what we came for
we do what we want real rydas never change hoe
[verse 2: billy obey]
million dollar bill raised the quota raised the gas
it’s a kid it’s how i live sh+t i stay with the strap
yeah your girl want to smash a ryda and that’s a fact
it’s probably mine if your baby is back (oh!)
pay me they racks you better pay me in cash
and if it’s been a minute i finna text that ass
yo we ride on the eastside in case you forgot
it’s 24/7 365 we don’t stop (oh!)
[chorus: jamie madrox]
ogs (what!)
little skull (h+ll yeah!)
it ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of f+ckin’ rydas in here
we can mash up talk out turn up
we about money hoes drugs and straps
h+ll yeah!
everybody on the other side talk sh+t
want to ride all of y’all gettin’ laid on your back
ogs (what!)
little skull (h+ll yeah!)
it ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of f+ckin’ rydas in here
we can mash up talk out turn up
we about money hoes drugs and straps
h+ll yeah!
everybody on the other side talk sh+t
want to ride all of y’all gettin’ laid on your back
[verse 3: lee carver]
eastside ryda check the authenticity
i’m like a comic shop there ain’t no m+th+f+ckin’ b+tch in me
a b+tch that mention hey you don’t give any smoke
keep practicing your rounds you f+ckin’ practical jokes (oh!)
stab ridin’ since the day before you heard of me
my maid made your athletes the dat
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