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no free ride - psychopathic rydas lyrics

[intro: cell block & full clip]
aw, h*ll no! (man…)
you must be out your motherf*ckin’ mind, b*tch! (this hoe’s gotta learn)
ain’t no free rides in this game! (we gotta teach ’em!)
rydas don’t play that sh*t!
uh*uh
you gotta at least put 5 on 5, b*tch!
otherwise, i’m ’bout to put a 5 upside your face, you stupid*ass hoe! (get your ass out!)

[verse 1: lil’ shank]
yo, i make my own way, and hoes, they all mine
don’t be needin’ no handouts or no free rides
don’t be needin’ no hookups, i gots my own
got a loaded 9*milli and it’s nickel*plated chrome
and i’m quick to put it to your dome and take what i like
while my sticky fingers stealin’, i’m beatin’ with all it’s might
and me and my rydas airtight, more like a sp*cesuit
and if you on some free ridin’, b*tch we will replace you!
[verse 2: cell block]
i’m no taxi, so don’t ask me when you see me creepin’
f*ck ridin’, give me all your cash and i’m leavin’
no free ride, don’t even look inside
my black truck don’t slide, ’round the corner it glides
won’t be denied, b*tches wanna get with the captain
be my co*pilot, share the ass, and it can happen (yeah!)
give up the headshot, the cash for the gas
now you’re ready to work the corner, drop you at the next one we pass

[chorus]
no free ride! (don’t touch my tree!)
get off my dro! (ain’t nothin’ free!)
i’ll make that money! (get dough, get dough!)
hands off that money! (let go, let go!)
i want that money! (get mo’, get mo’!)
b*tch, drop that monkey! (get low!)
b*tch, drop that monkey! (get low!)
b*tch, drop that monkey! (get low!) (check it out, man…)

[verse 3: foe foe]
don’t step a f*ckin’ foot in my truck, you dumb sl*t
you’ll be givin’ up the bud or catchin’ a bus
it’s a must i bust if you ride with me
so i trust these nuts you’ll be gobbling
like a robbery, i’m only in it for the money and i’ll hit it ’til you wobbly
so come up in it, let’s get with it
can’t see sh*t, i got them windows tinted
[verse 4: full clip]
since a little baby boy in them little minitrucks
we’re puttin’ in work by stackin’ them [?]
[?] money make me sell out my jeweler
if i’m shinin’ off gats and rollin’ on dubs
get your filthy hands off this overflown cookie jar
you ridin’ in a neon and your hoe subpar
you ain’t ever flipped a bird, you ain’t ever copped a key
i slap you like a b*tch, ain’t no ridin’ for free!

[verse 5: bullet]
i’ve said it many times: cash, gas, or ass? (uh*huh)
hoes in stilettos, mowin’ my grass
clean the dishes, i mean it, b*tches
walk around in they panties, thirteen nannies
big bullet, mashin’ in bed with a cuban
naked, under my mink robe, pootin’
peepin’, 85 inches flat
with 85 b*tches, asses fat
no free rides, everybody chips in (whoo!)
credit cards don’t work until my d*ck slips in
bandana’d up, here’s my p*n*s surprise
get at it b*tch, no free rides!
[chorus]
no free ride! (don’t touch my tree!)
get off my dro! (ain’t nothin’ free!)
i’ll make that money! (get dough, get dough!)
hands off that money! (let go, let go!)
i want that money! (get mo’, get mo’!)
b*tch, drop that monkey! (get low!)
b*tch, drop that monkey! (get low!)
b*tch, drop that monkey! (get low!)

[outro: lil’ shank]
yo man, you know what? f*ck them hoes!
i’m sick and tired of these punk b*tches!
a motherf*ckin’ ryda is only out for 2 things!
his motherf*ckin’ truck, his rims, his motherf*ckin’ gat, some p*ssy, motherf*ckin’ bag of weed, gotta have me some motherf*ckin’ money!
and what the f*ck are you lookin’ at, b*tch?!
this ain’t no free ride, ho!
what you thought, you were gonna get pigged up, took out to dinner?
b*tch, you takin’ me out to dinner, you punk b*tch!
and i want my d*ck sucked, and you finna f*ck my homeboy!
yeah, he in the trunk, b*tch!
that’s why he makin’ the motherf*ckin’ noise!
he’s talkin’ about “quit takin’ all godd*mn day with your punk ass, and go and suck his d*ck, ho!”

- psychopathic rydas lyrics

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