Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ryda Hata, artist - Psychopathic Rydas.
Date of issue: 03.01.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ryda Hata |
Yeah! |
Know what I’m sayin? |
Twin Gats, mothafuckin' |
Rydas in this bitch… fuck yeah mothafucka… forever |
and ever and ever… |
Are you a Ryda hater? |
If so, you ain’t shit |
And I’ll tell it to yo' chick |
When I’m emptyin' the clip |
Bitch |
You get the dick |
And I’m fondling your chick |
With my lips around her tit |
And my stickle in her clit |
Now who she with? |
The Ryda, now you hatin' it |
I see that mark parked on my dog, chasin' it |
Wastin' it |
Drop yo' bitch off, I get inside her later |
I pack a Mack-11 for all you bitch ass Ryda haters |
If you a Ryda hater, you best check yo’self |
Or get knocked out with a left, right, left |
Watch your step |
Hold your breath |
Drop your heat |
All by yourself naked in the backseat |
Of my car |
You never know who we are |
Ridin' round the city like some superstars |
Pimpin' hard |
Flappin' caps and pullin' cards |
If you wanna step, mothafucka let’s go to war |
Haters… we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Ryda Haters we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Haters… we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Ryda Haters we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Hate a mothafucka? |
You hate a mothafucka! |
Just 'cause a brother got butter mothafucka? |
What? |
Bitch! |
It’s time that I check that chin |
Apologize for it then check it again |
'Cause I’m no kinda friend |
When I’m takin' a bottle of the rose |
I might swerve your nose |
That’s how it goes for a hater |
That hates that I’m greater |
Bullet be the hater exterminator |
Haters… we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Ryda Haters we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Haters… we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Ryda Haters we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
You can hate me because I ride like the wind |
And leave yo' ass waitin' for love like Cardigins |
I’m a thug bitch, and I been that way forever |
Never spend no cheddar |
On a bitch, no never |
Whatever the fuck you think you talkin' about |
But it’s hard to hear yo' words with my dick up in |
your mouth |
All that hatin' shit is out |
And I’m all up in this bitch |
Ryda for life and I ain’t never gon' switch |
Ryda haters, what the fuck, yo, I can’t stand em' |
Talk shit behind my back |
And yo' lips get smacked |
Talk shit to my face |
Get pistol whipped in the face |
Thrown in the torture rack, your back gets placed |
Gettin' maced in your eye, throat gets karate chopped |
Cock the gat back, BLAM! |
You got dropped |
Run your body over with my black truck |
Hater ass stupid motherfuckin' piece of shit thug! |
Haters… we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Ryda Haters we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Haters… we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Ryda Haters we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
If you a Ryda hater, you’s a bitch ho |
And no one really cares what your mom thinks bro |
'Cause it’s all about the money, black trucks and |
bumps |
So shut your mouth, get on your knees, and take your |
lumps |
Haters… we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Ryda Haters we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Haters… we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Ryda Haters we BUCK! |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
You’s a chump see, flat out bitch, you ain’t shit |
And for real though, yo' bitch ass’ll die quick |
Fuckin' with the clique |
Boo-yaaa! |
We won’t miss |
Leave ya standin' still in a puddle of piss |
You’s a Ryda hata |
So I annihilate ya |
I’m mobbin' up on yo' set like a Space Invader |
Easy to contain ya |
Like a rat |
I’ll smash ya with my baseball bat |
Because I’m Rose like that |
Bee-yatch! |