Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rydin' 4 Life, artist - Psychopathic Rydas. Date of issue: 03.01.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rydin' 4 Life |
| Psychopathic Rydas… ryde on |
| These bitches… forever |
| And a day… y'all know how we do… it's Westside till |
| We d-izz-ie…Eastside till we d-izz-ie…worldwide. |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Straight up rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |
| Now we rydin' on these bitches, ain’t no mercy in my eyes |
| With the Rydas by my side |
| Screamin', «Die, mufucka, die!!» |
| Never hesitate |
| All up in the Escalade |
| Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin' |
| Always into somethin' |
| Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window |
| Blazin' indo |
| Lookin' for a narc or a nympho |
| Breathin' this pollution always dancin' with the |
| Streets |
| With my heat |
| Can’t be beat |
| Get in mind |
| And we rydin' |
| I’ma ryde |
| I got a hatchet on my side |
| Long time ago, I was born to ryde |
| Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda |
| Only real mission here is takin' you higher |
| But we gets fucked up and that’s a fact |
| We roll down your streets, pumpin', shootin' off gats |
| So what the fuck bitch, why you wanna get shot? |
| You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Straight up rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |
| I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy |
| Already rydin', grippin' a black Huffy |
| So |
| Buffy my picky-lo |
| Bitchy-ho |
| I’m the last jiggi-lo |
| Fo' rilly tho |
| On the dealio |
| About this crew |
| You don’t join this shit… we come to you |
| Only a chosen few |
| That know the pros and cons |
| Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons |
| Stakes in bonds |
| I’m in a cashmiere sweater |
| The better your cheddar |
| The wetter you get her |
| And never let her ass what she don’t need to know |
| 'Cause the flossin' will kill ya for sho' |
| I know |
| I had to kill a deputy |
| Tryin' to question me |
| About equity |
| I coulda let it be |
| But my skrilla comes first |
| Till you see this Ryda rydin' a hearse |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Straight up rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |
| Rydin'? |
| Rydin' bitch, no time for hidin' |
| Rydin' is for a perfect balance in time |
| Rydin' A, grippin' oversized black trucks |
| Rydin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! |
| whut?! |
| Rydin' C, fellow Rydas always got your back |
| Rydin' D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my |
| Cadillac |
| Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads |
| Ryda E, I’m a Ryda and then some, 'nuff said |
| You wanna ryde |
| Well bitch, tell me why |
| You wanna be hard, think I’m Mr. Nice Guy |
| But I ain’t, I’m the one they call Cell Block |
| Carry two Colt .45's and a Glock |
| Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that |
| Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat |
| Five seconds later he was on the ground |
| I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Straight up rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Straight up rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Straight up rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Hatchet rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |
| Rydin'!! |
| Rydin'!! |
| That’s for life! |