Rydin' 4 Life Lyrics - Psychopathic Rydas

Psychopathic Rydas....ryde on these bitches....forever 

and a day....y'all know how we do...it's Westside till 

we d-izz-ie...Eastside till we d-izz-ie....worldwide.. 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Straight up rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!! 

Now we rydin' on these bitches, ain't no mercy in my 

eyes 

With the Rydas by my side 

Screamin', "Die, mufucka, die!!" 

Never hesitate 

All up in the Escalade 

Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin' 

Always into somethin' 

Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window 

Blazin' indo 

Lookin' for a narc or a nympho 

Breathin' this pollution always dancin' with the 

streets 

With my heat 

Can't be beat 

Get in mind 

And we rydin' 

I'ma ryde 

I got a hatchet on my side 

Long time ago, I was born to ryde 

Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda 

Only real mission here is takin' you higher 

But we gets fucked up and that's a fact 

We roll down your streets, pumpin', shootin' off gats 

So what the fuck bitch, why you wanna get shot? 

You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Straight up rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!! 

I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy 

Already rydin', grippin' a black Huffy 

So 

Buffy my picky-lo 

Bitchy-ho 

I'm the last jiggi-lo 

Fo' rilly tho 

On the dealio 

About this crew 

You don't join this shit...we come to you 

Only a chosen few 

That know the pros and cons 

Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons 

Stakes in bonds 

I'm in a cashmiere sweater 

The better your cheddar 

The wetter you get her 

And never let her ass what she don't need to know 

'Cause the flossin' will kill ya for sho' 

I know 

I had to kill a deputy 

Tryin' to question me 

About equity 

I coulda let it be 

But my skrilla comes first 

Till you see this Ryda rydin' a hearse 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Straight up rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!! 

Rydin'? Rydin' bitch, no time for hidin' 

Rydin' is for a perfect balance in time 

Rydin' A, grippin' oversized black trucks 

Rydin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!? 

Rydin' C, fellow Rydas always got your back 

Rydin' D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my 

Cadillac 

Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads 

Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and then some, 'nuff said 

You wanna ryde 

Well bitch, tell me why 

You wanna be hard, think I'm Mr. Nice Guy 

But I ain't, I'm the one they call Cell Block 

Carry two Colt .45's and a Glock 

Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that 

Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat 

Five seconds later he was on the ground 

I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Straight up rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Straight up rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Straight up rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

Hatchet rydin'!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!! 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 

That's for life!!