Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dumpin' , by - Psychopathic Rydas. Release date: 03.01.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dumpin' |
| Cut’em all out when the bustas found |
| Pop, pop, piggity pop, that be the sound |
| Low down wit' the monster hump (bump bump!) |
| Buckin' wit' the monster Pump (dump dump) |
| Jump, jump go 'da town when the Rydas on |
| Pump, pump go the bucket with a dawg of his own |
| At your funeral you’re dead, but that ain’t nuttin |
| Best bet badass Bullet be Dumpin' |
| From the East-side out to the Southwest |
| Psychopathic Rydas puttin' slugs in your chest |
| Bitch, nobody move heads down! |
| You don’t wanna see me clown, mother fucka! |
| Psychopathic Rydas Dumpin' |
| Psychopathic Rydas hey! |
| (Monoxide Child AKA Foe Foe) |
| We doin' ride-by's, on freestyle bikes |
| I hit a wheely on the lawn and bust it out on site |
| I give a fuck bitch, talk shit and get clipped |
| Knock your fuckin' teeth through your lip (yea!) |
| Actin' wild as fuck, cuz' my jam came on |
| (And you know thug niggas gotta sing that song!) |
| I got 18 shots (buck buck), and I won’t miss once |
| All black trucks with the bumps |
| Shootin' out the window, every single time the wind blow |
| Blazin' up another bag a indo |
| Foe Foe be the alias |
| Run up on you bare, bitches, so you scared of us (Eastside!) |
| (Jamie Madrox AKA Lil' Shank) |
| I’mma pull my trigga', and peel yo' cap |
| My money runnin' low and I needs my sack |
| Yo' 6−4 is bumpin' and I needs me a ride |
| Lean to the right lane and then I’ll slide |
| Lay yo' ass out on the cold cement |
| Before I dump in that ass I’mma scream my set «See I’mma Ryda!» |
| (Overlap) (Shaggy 2 Dope AKA Full Clip) |
| Oh see, mu' fuckas like me |
| We don’t give a fuck, it’s like «what what!?» |
| You wanna come steppin'? |
| then I’ll hafta see ya |
| Leave ya open an burnin' like a case of gonorrhea |
| From some old dirty bitch that you was humpin |
| And pumpin like my gauge bitchass, we dumpin'! |
| (Blaze Ya Dead Homie AKA Cell Block) |
| Stick your mother fuckin' hands up |
| Got the hammer cocked, close your eyes I’m finna dump |
| Comin' out the register wit' all that green and cheddar cheese |
| So what you seen me, nigga please |
| Move fast, bloody cash on the floor… gotta |
| Make my way to the fuckin' door… gotta |
| Make my way to the hideout |
| Who dunnit? |
| Yea they tryin' to find out (shiiit) |
| Now, I’m on the street, wit' my swerves |
| Cops, tryin' to catch cuz' I’m on the swerve |
| But I’mma clever mother fucker never catch me |
| And if they come my direction they gone' catch these Dumpin'! |