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Correct Ryden Dirtay Lyrics
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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)
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