Rydas Don’t Dance

Lyrics

[Intro: Bullet & Sweet Daddy Coconut] This is Bullet with my Ryda dog, Full Clip and we be ridin' and ridin' and ridin'! And check this out, we don't... Oh shit, here comes Sweet Daddy Coconut... Me, when I walk up in the club... (Uh-huh...) I be havin' the motherfuckin' toolie in my waist (That's right...) Motherfuckers be mean-muggin' me, throwin' they little fifty dollars down for they cup of Crissy and what not (Heh, chumps) Hey man, hey look here, player (What's up?) You ain't even tryin' to see a motherfuckin' Ryda 'Cause I'll pull out the motherfuckin' heat and make all y'all boogie [Verse 1: Full Clip] Hammer pants, button down sequence shirts Cabbage patchin', makin' your body twerk It's all good, the Full Clip steps out on the floor Pull out the ruger, dancers runnin' for the door (Blahh!!!) Unload ten, the hot rocks is flyin' Every rug cutter in this bitch is dyin' And once I stretch out all the [?] old fags I hold down the bar, huntin' for nedens to tag Every club know the Rydas be true thugs That's why our carpet burners turn into war hogs Security give me daps the second I walk in Drinks on the house, Remy, Coke, and Hen (Yeah!) Motherfuckers gotta feel for me, no love That's why I be wearin' house shoes up in the club Bitch, I don't dance, but if you wanna boogie (Come on!) I'll stick a hot barrel in your ass, motherfucker! [Interlude: Sweet Daddy Coconut & Bullet] You see that sparklin' bitch? (Right) That's me (Right) Motherfuckin' watch on wrist (Right, right), diamonds on motherfuckin' pinkies (Right) Motherfuckin' mink to the floor (Oh!) You better check this here, player [Verse 2: Cell Block] Okay! A Ryda don't dance (No!), a killer don't talk Get stupid in the club, leave 'em lyin' in chalk And stretched out with a couple holes in your body Ask any one of my niggas, we all rowdy ([?]) Get rowdy at the drop of a dime Dancin' for suckers, real niggas ain't got time (What?!) For you hip-hop bitches, dance all night long You know who you are and this is your fuckin' song (Bitch!) While you at a club, thinkin' you're a pimp I'm at home with your woman, slingin' dick to your bitch! [Verse 3: Bullet] I don't dance, fuck dancin', I'll make you dance I'll blow your feet out the bottom of your pants Leave the jiggy shit to Will Smith and Dru Hill 'Cause if I come up in the club, blood gon' spill Disco lights, faggots like in boogie nights And little pussy-whipped pussies get in fist fights I'll run up in that motherfucker one time And have everybody wishin' they was at Columbine Psych! Silk shirt with finesse And now you got your blood all over your bitch's dress! [Interlude: Sweet Daddy Coconut & Bullet] As soon as I seen her from afar (Alright) She had caramel skin with green eyes (Ooh!) And a skirt that was huggin' ever inch of her hourglass figure (Shit) You know I had to dip (Right...) [Verse 4: Lil Shank with Foe Foe] Pimpin' like a nigga out of control ('Scuse me, player) Watchin' booties jiggle like a Jell-O mold I step to her and she act real cold (Who are you, nigga?) She said "Then I wanna step to the dance floor" I said that I been known to boogie But I never get my dance on (Listen here, bitch) I said that I been known to boogie But I never get my dance on (I ain't even with that shit) Now bitch, do you wanna get down, 'cause I ain't got the time To play like R. Kelly and try to bump and grind We can leave this here club and do it right quick You can slide me some pussy and I'll shoot you this dick (Yeah!) [Interlude: Sweet Daddy Coconut & Bullet] So basically, how the night ended up I was sittin' up under some silk sheets (Ooh!) With this motherfuckin' caramel little bitch that I met around the way (Right) Suppose she has drinked a couple bottles of Crissy, smoked a couple ounces of my finest shit (Right, right) And I did it doggystyle and kicked that bitch to the curb (Whoo!) Now it's about 2:30 AM and I'm on way up to 7 Eleven to get me a motherfuckin' sixer (Yo, you're right!) 'Cause I'm a Ryda, bitch (Yeah!) And the motherfuckin' night don't end (No, no!) You see these black truck wheels just spinnin' off in the motherfuckin' moonlight? (Hoo!) Bitch, you better ask a friend (Yeah!) And as the sun rises in the mornin' (Right) I wake up to pimp again hoe (Oh no!) So all you bitches with no panties (Oh no!) Get ready for the Rydas (Yeah!) 'Cause when you see a motherfucker walkin' in with crocodile on his motherfuckin' feet (Damn!) And he might have the matchin' motherfuckin' belt (Whoo!) Maybe he got a little silk suit on or some shit You better recognize a player, bitch, 'cause we don't walk up in this motherfucker like no chump ass square (Hell no!) We come in this motherfucker shinin' with our motherfuckin' nose in the air, bitch (Woo-hoo!) You get the motherfuckin' privilege to talk to a pimp Bitch, you better respect that shit You better shut the fuck and know what the fuck you're dealin' with here 'Cause Rydas aren't motherfuckin' dime a dozen, bitch (Right, right) You don't see a Ryda around every corner (Uh-uh!), you don't see a pimp around every corner (No!) So when you get the privilege to speak to a Ryda (Right!) It means you better shut the fuck up and understand what it's like to understand this pimpin' (Get the fuck out, bitch!) Understand what I'm sayin' bitch? (Yeah, yeah!) See, the game is not mean to be motherfuckin' told, it's to be sold So I really don't understand why I'm sittin' here, wastin' my time Educatin' the rest of y'all motherfuckers on this here Ryda shit (That's right!) On this here pimp shit (Well, fuck!) On how the fuck we do it (Right!) Right, yeah... Bitch! Coconut has spoken... Coconut has spoken... Coconut has spoken...