Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridaz, artist - Eminem. Album song Recovery, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath
Song language: English
Ridaz |
Aw man, yea |
You ever be in the club man, you get in a fight |
And people that you don’t even know jump in? |
You feel like you wanna hit something, your fist clenches, your pissed |
You just wanna get someone with sh*t, jump em |
You’re bout to get your sh*t pushed in, I’m just inches away |
I’m splitting your shit wide open, no stitches could save |
So die with your eyes open, you hope this isn’t the way |
You end up going out, but I guess it just is I’m afraid |
Razors, scissors and blades make Jason say isn’t this great |
On-lookers participate in this a*s-kicking debate |
They’re starting to take place in the middle of the street |
Little did you know there’d be an all-out brawl soon as you heard this beat |
Emergency personnel rush to the murder scene, but it’s too late |
It’s absolute pandemonium, whisked away |
In a ambulance is your fate, nothing nobody told you when you- |
Left your house today coulda made you anticipate |
Such an ass whooping, okay, til the anger dissipates |
You get punched in the face, reciprocate |
So what the deal, ridaz? |
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? |
My balls are feeling a-mighty big now |
I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches |
I said… |
So what the deal, ridaz? |
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? |
My balls are feeling a-mighty big now |
I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches |
I said… |
You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case |
Anxious to get in some shit, got your gangstas all with your ladies |
You better go get your mase cause shady said so |
You may wanna pick up the radio and bang it against your face |
That’s how f*king rowdy you feel, now do you still wanna grill? |
If you don’t wanna get the shit beat outta you, chill |
Cause if you doubt me you will, yea got me a pill, found me a thrill |
I got a couple of drinks here and I’m bound to refill |
Girl howdy, how do you feel ma? |
This c-ksucker did not spill my drink, Oh HELL no |
He must be tryna kill my buzz, I will not budge |
And what the deal ridaz? |
Now here they all come and they got your back in like 2 seconds flat |
That’s probably a record yea, you wasn’t expecting that |
Cause they want in on the act, there’s a cognac |
Bottle, we snuck it in cause the beer that they were serving here was only tap |
I’m biting, I fight dirty, you might get kicked in the nuts |
You’re frightened like this guy might hurt me |
You’re quite certain he’s nuts, I’ve hit myself in the face harder |
Play smarter, you may start you need a chainsaw to |
Dig your way out of, go powder your nose |
P-sy the harder you yell, the harder I slap the sh*t out of you hoes |
You set it off fa-ot, so now how do you spose |
We settle it, hit me in the nose, we’ll see how it goes |
So what the deal, ridaz? |
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? |
My balls are feeling a-mighty big now |
I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches |
I said… |
So what the deal, ridaz? |
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? |
My balls are feeling a-mighty big now |
I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches |
I said… |
It’s shear hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles |
We’re tussling, the crowd’s starting to cheer us |
And adrenaline’s rushing through us just like a geyser gushing |
Too much Budweiser in my blood, I’m strangling your windpipe |
And my signatures, ligature marks |
Look at you all big with your remarks, and I swing an icepick at your heart |
At least that’s what it feels like when I pick you apart |
And dig at you and break you down like the bitch that you are |
The predicament starts when I throw a brick at your car |
The pain inflicted upon you, it’s so sick, it’s bizarre |
Shit, this is almost ridiculous, addictive as far |
As having me wanna rip out your frickin ligaments ARGH! |
You hit like a b*tch, you scratch me with your nails, for that- |
You catch an open-hand slap, break off your nail like BAP! |
In fact, I’ll have the crowd smacking you themselves |
Where’s D12, I don’t feel like doing this by myself |