Ryden Dirtay

Lyrics

[Intro: Sweet Daddy Coconut] These Rydas to cool to ride dirty, they ryde dirtay! See basically, uhh, every day when you wake up in hood You got to look at yourself in the mirror and make that decision Either you gon' 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 heroin up in the motherfuckin' glove box Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine I don't know what your preference is, motherfucker, but you better have your heat And if the pig pull you over, you can't hesitate to pull off on his ass [Verse 1: Bullet] 15 black trucks baby, ridin' 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 Little bunch of percocets in a Kool-Aid pack, diggin' I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock 'N Rye With the freak show bump bass twitchin' in my eye Blow the cocaine dust all up off the dash Pull up quick, got the yay for the knot of cash Ryden Dirtay, until I flip this birday But hey, it's like every day! Summer breeze, after I deliver these I'ma take it ease in the Florida Keys We's gonna take time, sippin' Caribbean wine With a twist of lime in the sunshine [Chorus: Full Clip] In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be makin' all them pay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be makin' all them pay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey!) [Verse 2: Cell Block] We ridin' deep and dirty on the streets of the D Duck your 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 on out of our district, bitch! Stay and become my next victim, bitch Cuz we ridin' down the street, dumpin' out windows (Yeah!) And don't give a fuck who we really hit though! [Verse 3: Lil' Shank] I'm ridin' dirty like a dirty-lo I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and the nigga Foe Foe Mo' money, mo' problems, mo' motherfuckin' weight Mo' Ryda taggin', 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 hoes I'm a Ryda, ridin' dirty and that's how I do And every nigga in my crew be the same way too! [Chorus: Bullet] In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be makin' all them pay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be makin' all them pay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey!) [Verse 4: Foe Foe] Eight o'clock on the dot, Rydas at my door Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol Foe Foe wanna ride and smoke until the day comes And we ain't lookin' for beef unless you make some Chase them hoes and let the 20-inch rim roll I'm out of control, ridin' dirty in my low-low We just lookin' for that barbeque A little drank, a little weed, and that bitch with you [Verse 5: Full Clip] Whoop whoop! Look up in the rear view Shit, man (What?), it's the pigs in blue (Damn) Start to think "Wait, I'm straight though!" (Yup!) It's Officer Hamhump, a cop on the payroll (Bitch!) As he approaches, I roll down the window Here we go, two grams of heroin and some endo Get the fuck on (Yeah!), filthy pig! (Pig!) That's the beneficials of Ryden Dirty! (Hah!) [Bridge: All] There ain't no sunshine when you're dirty ridin' Always creepin', slidin', hidin' Make your drop, shake a cop Give a dap to the Devil and you take your knot (Whoo!) The feelin' is good when the deed is done Home free and you didn't have to kill no one Lucky you ain't dead, you played the game Rydin' Dirtay boy, I tell ya, it ain't nothin' the same (Come on now!) [Chorus: Full Clip] In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be makin' all them pay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be makin' all them pay! (Hey!) In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J I be out ryden dirtay! (Hey!) [Outro: Sweet Daddy Coconut] You see, I'm an old school dirty Ryda I used to have a motherfuckin' ice cream truck that I'd slang my bags from Yea you might get a mold and bag of chips and nice pop from me, motherfucker And all them motherfuckers in the hood knew it When they seen a motherfucker come jinglin' up the block They knew it was more than a sweet time