Mashin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Bullet, Full Clip, & Cell Block] Rydas! (Alright, Rydas!) Mashin' out! (That's how we do!) Sippin' off this [?] (Come on!, That's right, Patron got it goin' on, what?!) Get in, bitch! (Get the fuck up in this motherfucker!) Hurry the fuck up bitch, we mashin', come on! (Get in, ho!, [?]) [Verse 1: Foe Foe] When I'm mashin', I cash in all your dough The motherfuckin' Rydas is back, bitch you didn't know And you can't tell by all the fuckin' people on the floor That Foe Foe's about to explode and let it go (Oh no!) And when the smoke clears You see me mashin' from the scene, bumpin' Pac, shed so many tears I'm switchin' gears and you can hear the tires skrrt Shift gear burnin' 'em up, goin' first to third, hurt Faces when I'm passin' 'еm by All your favorite places have been sеt on fire A motherfuckin' live wire with 22-inch tires Gangbangin' for hire 'til I retire [Verse 2: Full Clip] Now who wanna fade me? Doin' 'bout 180 Down the freeway in and out of lanes, mama can't save me Yo, and neither can you Unless you a Ryda and mashin' like me too And in that case, uh, pass me the .51 And we gon' smoke 'til our fingertips burn Ryda faker, no money maker Scared to pull the trigger, mash out like a dumb figure, little bitch! [Verse 3: Bullet] When I'm mashin', my gun barrel is hot Somebody layin', bloody dead, in the street, beat and shot And fuck gettin' caught, try pullin' me over You'll be stretched out, stiff when the pine box hold you My slugs will scold you and punish you deep Pluck you in the forehead and put you to sleep When I'm mashin', bet I'm fat blunt ashin' Big black trucks in the road, block crashin'! [Chorus] When there's money makin' all in the mix, I'm (Mashin'!) My black truck's chrome and the bricks I'm (Mashin'!) To the eastside (Mashin'!), to the westside (Mashin'!) When I bury two off in your chest, I'm (Mashin'!) And when we ride (You die, motherfucker!) And when we ride (You die, motherfucker!) To the eastside (Mashin'!), to the westside (Mashin'!) When I bury two off in your chest, I'm (Mashin'!) [Verse 4: Cell Block] Thugs, they pull the cash, so I mash on the dope spot Takin' all that they got and settin' up shop My block ain't hot, bitch [I would see the rain man?] They scatter like roaches, 'cause my Uzi like a rain can I mash in the lowrider with the low pro-tires Everything sparklin', right down to the wires Y'all bitches can't mash with us, your shit's trash to us You lost your mind like Chris Tucker on that angel dust [Verse 5: Yung Dirt] When I'm mashin' (Mashin'!), I got my foot on the pedal And like some old Motley Crue, I sling the heaviest metal When I'm mashin' (Mashin'!), you better to watch your ass I'm like a sniper lawnmower, chop you down and gas And when I'm mashin' (Mashin'!), fools break they neck Come slangin' 'round the corner, hoes stay in check When I'm mashin' (Mashin'!), just watch the chrome spin Wheels, flash the mouthpiece, Yung Dirt with a big grin [Bridge: Foe Foe] Rydas, where you at? (Where you at, Rydas where you at?) Where you at? (Where you at, where you at, where you at?) [Chorus] When there's money makin' all in the mix, I'm (Mashin'!) My black truck's chrome and the bricks I'm (Mashin'!) To the eastside (Mashin'!), to the westside (Mashin'!) When I bury two off in your chest, I'm (Mashin'!) And when we ride (You die, motherfucker!) And when we ride (You die, motherfucker!) To the eastside (Mashin'!), to the westside (Mashin'!) When I bury two off in your chest, I'm (Mashin'!) [Verse 6: Lil' Shank & Foe Foe] Bitch, we mash like potatoes, them Detroit players Plus, the homie 'round the way, meaning can't nobody fade us Even with a clip or a 9-millimeter They spendin' up all of they chippers on a mission tryin' to be us But they can't mash like the Rydas do! Got the black-on-black with the chrome 22s And a GPS up in the headrest And a throwaway in my lap in case they wanna test I'ma mash like the hammer of the heater when the trigger pull Pop him in the chest, leave him wet like a swimmin' pool Fresh and new, never old, listen how the story's told Grippin' expensive whips and mashin' on you broke hoes! [Chorus] When there's money makin' all in the mix, I'm (Mashin'!) My black truck's chrome and the bricks I'm (Mashin'!) To the eastside (Mashin'!), to the westside (Mashin'!) When I bury two off in your chest, I'm (Mashin'!) And when we ride (You die, motherfucker!) And when we ride (You die, motherfucker!) To the eastside (Mashin'!), to the westside (Mashin'!) When I bury two off in your chest, I'm (Mashin'!) When there's money makin' all in the mix, I'm (Mashin'!) My black truck's chrome and the bricks I'm (Mashin'!) To the eastside (Mashin'!), to the westside (Mashin'!) When I bury two off in your chest, I'm (Mashin'!) When there's money makin' all in the mix, I'm (Mashin'!) My black truck's chrome and the bricks I'm (Mashin'!) To the eastside (Mashin'!), to the westside (Mashin'!) When I bury two off in your chest, I'm (Mashin'!) [Outro: Foe Foe, Lil' Shank & Yung Dirt] Yeah, bitch! Yeah! We about done with you, so it's time for you to get the fuck out! You got dick on your breath? [?] you in the asshole Bitch, we ain't stoppin', you to jump out this motherfucker! You fuckin' with some real Rydas! Yeah, motherfuckin' bitch! The party is over, baby! I'm 'bout to punch this bitch in her neck, ho! Rydas! Man, ay-ay-ay, ay Foe Foe, go in the glovebox and get my motherfuckin' gat, I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch! Shoot that bitch! You spilled a hundred-dollar glass of 'nac all over my interior, this bitch is dead! Cap her, cap her!