Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Fantasies , by - Psychopathic Rydas. Release date: 03.01.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Fantasies |
| It’s all about the money, hoes and gats |
| And hangin' wit' my Rydas smokin' bat, after bat, after bat, what? |
| Cadillac, bitch we full fledgin |
| Raised up in the hood like a legend, always contendin' |
| 'Cuz the top is where i’m headed |
| Top of the world, I got the Rydas and diamonds it’s all imbeded uh |
| I’m smokin' an ounce, another mission keepin' you hoes on your toes |
| The Foe Foes about to blow, blaw! |
| Give it to me, I want it all for me, i’m greedy |
| Fulfillin' my Ghetto Fantasy, so fuck the needy |
| (Blaze) (Overlap) |
| I was born in the ghetto, where all my folks stay |
| Dreams of black trucks with bumps and pushin' weight |
| Livin' like a superstar, hookin' up wit' Mel Farr |
| Gettin' him high, and runnin' out for new cars |
| 'Cuz where I grew up I wasn’t worth a dime |
| Crips with no lifes, where I spend my time |
| One up top, steady hot, and now for one time |
| Bright and wise, Blow a 9, pullin' knives on a sucka' |
| 'Cuz I was a broke mother fucka |
| 'Til I got wit' the Rydas, started sportin' black trucks, uh |
| «Ghetto Fantasies, love don’t like here anymore» |
| Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life |
| Rydas do it wrong, until they do us right y’all x2 |
| (Shaggy 2 Dope) |
| I make my Ghetto Fantasies into realities |
| Paid-ass Rydas, wit' ghetto mentalities |
| Growin' up without shit, no skrilla |
| From crack houses, to mansion’s in the hills |
| And a big black truck wit' the bump in the driveway |
| Back in the day Full Clip didn’t have it that way |
| Try to Ride on my shit, ima hafta see you in your hood |
| All my fantasies came true now, hollar at Bullet |
| (Violent J) |
| Uh, Ryda trucks, I wanna buy one of them |
| Just 'cuz it say’s «Ryda» on the side of’em |
| I wanna fleet of trucks, to carry all my bucks |
| And fuck mud ducks, and wearin' tux, like Chucks |
| 'Cuz this sucks, I ate so much Raymond Pride |
| I’m startin' to think it’s my name (What up Raymond?) uh |
| I’m gettin' by on powdered milk and a can of peas |
| But the best thing in my life is free |
| My fantasies |
| (Jamie Madrox) |
| Well basicaly, my Ghetto Fantasy has gotta be |
| A way to get me and my people outta this society |
| I’m tryin' G, but you ain’t helpin' me by battling me |
| And askin' me how tought me and the Rydas be |
| We need to, get it together, before it fall apart |
| So gimme all your shit, my gat is aimed straight at your heart |
| But i’m ruthless, and I gotta get’s what’s mines |
| And i’m breakin' fools off in the drive-thru and now what? |
| (Myzery) |
| My Ghetto Fantasy’s to roll wit' a million G’s |
| Rydas like me, ready to die like me |
| Blazin' pounds of weed 'til my fuckin' eyes bleed |
| Menageatrois’s like mu' fuckers what we need |
| The weed be them thugs Rydin |
| Prepare to bust, Psychopathic Rydas |
| Have the pigs getta buzz |
| But if they ever kill us then our souls will remain |
| Dwellin' in they brain 'til they blow a fuckin' vein (And that’s real y’all) |