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Ruff Ryders

Genres: Hip-Hop

Some South Shit Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Hell yeah 

A-town, Luda 

Ahh, whoo 

 

She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme 

And if I gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine 

I told her hit the treadmill, 'til she run out of time 

And in the eve no doubt, she was blowin' my mind 

 

I'm from the A-town, put 'em through a GA course 

'Cause it's all in the game like EA Sports 

From scams and money grams, there's unions that wanna wire me 

You think you know but really don't, put it in your diary 

 

I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin' in three spurts 

I do like Spielberg and see that yo' DreamWorks 

My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue 

My gat'll, Poke-a-Man, it's the Pikachu 

 

Luda give 'em new perm, now they hair is wet 

And they don't wanna get on top, 'cause they scared of heights 

So if you Wonderwoman bitch I'm the Wondermack pro 

So shut up and gimme that thundercat 

 

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust 

If you make a false move then these things gon' bust 

And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes 

We don't trust these hoes 

 

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust 

If you make a false move then these things gon' bust 

And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes 

We don't trust these hoes 

 

She said she won't, take it off unless there's money involved 

I told y'all hold the stack and give hundred a call 

I referred to when you pissy drunk, blunted and all 

Tellin' me she humpin' harder than y'all 

 

Got got, three niggaz just diggin' these balls 

And all three really won't see y'all 

Outside, in the burgundy bird 

Ruff rydin' puffin' the herb, discussin' the curb 

 

She said she from B.K. 

And I did it my way, all day like B.K., no more need say 

So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin' some cash 

Then bouncin' up on some ass 

 

Better yet, think I'm on some expendable hash 

You really wanna fall in ya glass 

She chose me, pimp nigga like we chose to be rich 

Double-R then stole ya bitch 

 

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust 

If you make a false move then these things gon' bust 

And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes 

We don't trust these hoes 

 

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust 

If you make a false move then these things gon' bust 

And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes 

We don't trust these hoes 

 

I say you better move now for a week in Montana 

Then slick 'em without drinks for I drink in Colorado 

This chick yesterday said she's leavin' tomorrow 

I'm tryin' to fuck her mouth tonight 'cause she's leavin' tomorrow 

 

The only thing she act stupid's bout my lady at home 

Lie to my lady at home, got my baby at home 

Man, I was on some shit like kiss, is we fuckin' or what? 

If you don't wanna get a room, we can fuck in the truck 

 

We can cut to a bitch, but don't piss me off 

You don't mean that to me shorty, I'll piss in your mouth 

I'm a violent, boy, whylin' boy 

Playa hater close your legs, I want no lip girl 

 

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust 

If you make a false move then these things gon' bust 

And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes 

We don't trust these hoes 

 

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust 

If you make a false move then these things gon' bust 

And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes 

We don't trust these hoes 

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