Rydin Dirtay

Psychopathic Rydas (That's right)
We gon' ride on these bitches (Forever and a day)
Y'all know how we do
It's Westside 'til we dizzie (Eastside 'til we dizzie)
If you don't even know (Worldwide)

Ridin', ridin', ridin', hatchet ridin'
Ridin', ridin', straight up ridin'
Ridin', ridin', hatchet ridin'
Ridin', ridin', that's for life

Now we ridin' on these bitches, ain't no mercy in my eyes
With the Rydas by my side, screamin' "Die, motherfucker, die!"
Never hesitate, all up in the Escalade
Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight
Dumpin', always into somethin' (Yeah)
Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window, blazin' indo
Lookin' for a mark or a nympho
Breathin' this pollution, always dancin' with the streets
With my heat, can't be beat, gettin' mine and we ridin'
I'm a Ryda, I got a hatchet on my side
Long time ago, I was born to ride
Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda
Only real mission here is takin' you higher (Come on)
Though we gets fucked up, and that's a fact (Heh heh)
We roll down your street, bumpin', shootin' our gats (Blaow)
So what the fuck, bitch, why you wanna get shot?
You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block

Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), straight up ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), that's for life

I was ten years old, a little scruffy
Already ridin', grippin' a black Huffy, so
Buffy my piccolo, bitchy ho
A little ass gigolo, for really, though
Oh, the dealio about this crew?
You don't join this shit, we come to you
Only the chosen few that know the pros and cons
Fuck the mafia, we froze the Dons (Pow)
Stakes and bonds, I'm in a cashmere sweater (Yeah)
The better your cheddar, the wetter you get her, yeah
And never let her ask what she don't need to know (No)
'Cause the flossin'll kill you for sure
I know, I had to kill a deputy
Tryin' to question me about equity (Bitch)
I could've let it be, but my scrilla comes first (Yeah)
'Til you see this Ryda ridin' a hearse (Come on)

Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), straight up ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), that's for life

Ridin', bitch, no time for hidin' (Nah)
Ridin' is an art from perfect balance and timin'
Ridin' A (Yeah), grippin' oversized black trunk
Ridin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, what? (What? What?)
Ridin' C (What?), fellow Rydas always got your back
Ridin' D involves me and my bumps in my Cadillac (Bump)
Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters' heads
Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and then some, 'nough said
You wanna ride? Well, bitch, tell me why (Why?)
You wanna be hard? Think I'm Mr. Nice Guy?
But I ain't, I'm the one they call Cell Block (Yeah)
Carry two gold.45's and a Glock (Buh-bow)
Ready to pull out, so, bitch, squeeze that (Yeah)
Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat (Blaow)
Five seconds later, he was on the ground (Dead)
I gots in my truck and peeled off with his pound (Yeah)

Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), straight up ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), that's for life (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), straight up ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), that's for life (Yeah)

Ridin' (Ridin'), ridin' (Ridin'), that's for life (Yeah)
Ridin' (Ridin'), ridin' (Ridin'), that's for life (Yeah)
Ridin' (Ridin'), ridin' (Ridin'), that's for life (Yeah)
Ridin' (Ridin'), ridin' (Ridin'), that's for life (Yeah)
And that's your life, motherfucker
Yeah, bitch