Ryden Dirtay Lyrics - Psychopathic Rydas

These rydas to cool to ryde dirty 

They Ryde Dirtay 

See basically, uhh, everyday when you wake up in hood 

You gotta look at yourself in the mirror 

And make that decision 

Either you gonn ride like a square 

Or you gonna ride dirty like a Ryda 

But Rydas are too cool for that shit 

They Ryde Dirtay 

You see 

You might have 6, 7 bags heron up in the mutha fuck glove box 

Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine 

I don't know what your preference is 

Mothafucka but ya better have your heat 

And if the pig pull you over 

You can't hesitate to pull off on his ass 

15 black trucks baby 

Rydin' in the roll 

From the 7 Mile East to the southwest side 

Slow 

Final destination 

Clark Park summertime 

Where them bitches flaunt ass in the sunshine 

I grip my wheel 

I'm like the 4th truck back 

Lil' punch of perkasets 

And a Kool-Aid pack 

Diggin' 

I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock and Rye 

With the freekshow bump face twitch in my eye 

Blowin' cane dust all up off the dash 

Bullet quick out the yay for that night of cash 

Ryden Dirtay 

Till I flip this Birtay 

But hey it's like 

Everydaaay 

Summer breeze 

After I deliver these 

I'ma take it eaz 

In the Florida Keys 

We'z gonna take time 

Sippin' Carribean wine 

With a twist of lime 

In the sunshine 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey) 

We ryden deep and dirty 

On the streets of the D 

Duck ya head low 

When you see me pull the heat 

I'm comin' for your jewels 

And all your fuckin' cash 

So when you see us pull up 

You better hit the gas 

And mash all out of this district, bitch 

Stay and become my next victim bitch 

'cause we rydin' down the street 

Dumpin' out windows 

And we don't give a fuck who we really hit though 

I'm rydin' dirty like a dirty low 

I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that nigga Foe Foe 

Mo money mo problems 

Mo mutha fuckin' weight 

Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of black spray paint 

I cross the line and put a K, you know 

How we do when it come to them outside ho's 

I'ma Ryda rydin' dirty 

And that's how I do 

And every nigga in my crew be the same way to 

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey) 

Eight o'clock on the dot 

Rydas at my door 

Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol 

Foe Foe wanna ryde and smoke till the day comes 

And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya make some 

Taste them ho's 

And let the 20 inch rim roll 

I'm out of control 

Rydin' Dirty in my low low 

We just lookin' for that Barbeque 

With a lil' drank, a lil' weed 

And that bitch with you 

WOOP WOOP 

Look up in the rear view 

Shit, man 

It's the pigs in blue 

Start to get wait i'm straight though 

It's officer Ham Huffer cop on the payroll 

As he approaches 

I roll down the window 

Here we go 

Two grams of heron and some indo 

Get the fuck on 

Filthy pig 

That's the beneficials 

Of Ryden Dirty 

There ain't no sunshine 

When ya dirty rydin' 

Always creepin' 

Slidin' Hidin' 

Make Ya drops 

Shake a Cop 

Give a dap to the Devil 

And ya take your knot 

The feelin' is good when the deed is done 

Home free and ya didn't have to kill no one 

Lucky you ain't dead 

You played the game 

Rydin' Dirtay boy I tell ya 

Ain't nothin' the same (come on now) 

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey) 

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J 

I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey) 

You see I'm an old school dirty ryda 

I used to have a mothafuckin' ice cream truck 

That I'd slang my bags from 

Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and fine pop from me mothafucka 

And all the mutha fuckas in the hood knew it 

When they see the mutha fucka come jinglin' up the block 

They knew it was comin' 

Sweet time (heeey)