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yukmouth - ridaz lyrics

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yes! yes! welcome!
(thug n-gg-s throw yo turf in the air!)
smoke-a-lot up in this b-tch!
(throw yo hood in the air!)
a-g-2 the ke, dmg, yes!
let’s kick this anthem sh-t

all of my n-gg-s ridaz
small time grindas, pimps and big timers
whether it’s heron or hemp wit china
i’m not a b-tch on the strip sellin’ v-g-n-
(come on, come on)

n-gg- i’m always into somethin’
if i can’t beat yo -ss then i’m dumpin’
give a n-gg- the pumpkin head deluxe
then come back an’ shoot up they whole f-ckin’ function

we funkin’ rootin’-tootin’, smokin’ on blunts
wit skunk until a n-gg- malfunction
get in the coupe and punch it
n-gg-s be funkin’ for nothin’

f-ckin’ the game, another n-gg- done lost his name
for side bustin’ fire somethin’, puffin’ i put it up in the air
you n-gg-s live to die hustlin’, i’m f-ckin’ wit playas from everywhere
from las vegas to delaware on down to there

i’m a thousandaire mackin’ b-tches, draggin’? em down
the strip juss by they hair like, “oh dear!”
where the f-ck is money? don’t go there
i leave yo -ss stuck, hungry starvin’
in the middle of no f-ckin’ where i swear

cut off your privilege like welfare
section 8, smoke-a-lot’ll stay placed in berlin
by the end of 9-8, h-ll yeah, then i’ll be straight
f-ck off a hundred g’s and still got money up in the safe
ridaz n-gg-!

all of my n-gg-s ridaz
small time grindas, pimps and big timers
whether it’s heron or hemp wit china
i’m not a b-tch on the strip sellin’ v-g-n-
(come on, come on)

all of my n-gg-s ridaz
small time grindas, pimps and big timers
whether it’s heron or hemp wit china
i’m not a b-tch on the strip sellin’ v-g-n-
(come on, come on)

go inside the twitchin’, missin’, my mission i vision the hit
suckas keep watchin’ yo mental mix is gettin’ twisted
who is this? in the kitchen wit fixings for the come up
servin’ rocks on the block ’til it get hot snitch we ridin’ on ya

b-tch we ridaz, remind ya that n-gg-s high
if i introduce you to the ditch, you don’t wanna die is the hit
smoke, drank already lit caulkin’ my sh-t
who you think you f-ckin’ wit?

i said recognize the m-th-f-ckin’ mobb hoe
i don’t know nothin’, juss heard poppin’ by the door
who flipped you in the river, did you see g mone
in the o by the [unverified]

flippin’ this a-g-2-a m-th-f-ckin’ ke you best believe
we rob yo spot, why not? we rap-a f-ckin’ lot
owe us some paper, there’s no reason for us to not glock
posted wit yo mouth open, hopin’ that i don’t squeeze

wit a swift chopped up to his knees
say where the cheese?
we ridaz!

all of my n-gg-s ridaz
small time grindas, pimps and big timers
whether it’s heron or hemp wit china
i’m not a b-tch on the strip sellin’ v-g-n-
(come on, come on)

all of my n-gg-s ridaz
small time grindas, pimps and big timers
whether it’s heron or hemp wit china
i’m not a b-tch on the strip sellin’ v-g-n-
(come on, come on)

i’m juss a y.g. who snuck in the gamblin’ shacks
scramblin’ crack wit n-gg-s who did more years than geronimo pratt
killas wit hands on they gats, m-th-f-ckin’ murder fo’ hire
mobb attire, pupils dilated, n-gg- hog tied in barb wire

torture, squeeze a n-gg-s nuts wit plyers put his place on fire
then escape juss like mcguyver wit the get-away driver
live and direct from the projects that be gated on some made sh-t
outlaw affiliated! he chose to spray wit gages

baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk
n-gg-s who like doe, i get paid off
f-ck a write-off, it’s tax free money
deliver ’em a china up inside a taxi honey

task be lookin’ at me funny, know i’m a trigga happy
gats be hungry, barkin’ on n-gg-s like dmx
beat b-tches like pms and flee ridin’ a bmx
flippin’ ga checks at yo set, grab the promoter
by his m-th-f-ckin’ neck, don’t be fooled by the rolex!

all of my n-gg-s ridaz
small time grindas, pimps and big timers
whether it’s heron or hemp wit china
i’m not a b-tch on the strip sellin’ v-g-n-
(come on, come on)

all of my n-gg-s ridaz
small time grindas, pimps and big timers
whether it’s heron or hemp wit china
i’m not a b-tch on the strip sellin’ v-g-n-
(come on, come on)

who in the m-th-f-ckin’ h-ll, nothin’ but regime ridaz
southside affiliated wit big timers ballers
killers, who live in mansions off the water
lunitiks, shippin’ in bricks after brick

200 percent, pure snow white coca-cola
straight yola all the way from the bay to minnesota
what you know ’bout, this face mob rida
dumpin’ off on yo sh-t 4 and 5 timer

yuk, i think it’s time we f-ck these m-th-f-ckas up
show these m-th-f-ckas up, straight up drama uncut
f-ck they mamas, they f-ckin’ wit killas wit seven figgas
psycos, drinkin’ the bottles of nitro, now it was yukmouth

that told me that he got ‘5 on it’ and i believed that
and now you better believe it too
n-gg- i will shoot, murder up you and you we ridaz!

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