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how a ryda ride - the rydas lyrics

[chorus]
(you know how a ryda ride) b*tch i’m always strapped up
unload, reload, and leave your whole crew clapped up
(you know how a ryda ride) we don’t give a f*ck
got the toaster in the glove and the shotty in the trunk
(you know how a ryda ride) what else can i do
but smoke weed, count money, represent the crew
(you know how a ryda ride) money, weed, hoes
and if you gotta ask about the crew, you don’t know

[jamie madrox]
mama was the wisdom, daddy was a pimp (yeah)
right before my fingerprints was all up in the data system
criminal individual, we the no*goods
bumpin’ out the speakers in the trunk up in yo hood
real ryda sh*t, motherf*cker, ride or die
turn it up when you’re whilin’ out or when you’re gettin’ high
we got mad ammo sh*lls rainin’ from the sky
when we dumpin’ on you, b*tch, you gon’ know how we ride

[g*mo skee]
[?] what you doin’ in this hood that you’re not from (what)
i’ll put the pump in yo ass, now you ridin’ shotgun (n*gga)
think you a celebrity? n*gga, eat these hot ones
i ain’t servin’ chicken, n*ggas finna get they squad touched
n*gga you’s a b*tch (b*tch), see me from the shoulders
just don’t bring the rollers or them online personas (sucker)
you f*ckin’ with a soldier, [?] that i swing
first my n*ggas show up, then teamwork make the dream work
[chorus]
(you know how a ryda ride) b*tch i’m always strapped up
unload, reload, and leave your whole crew clapped up
(you know how a ryda ride) we don’t give a f*ck
got the toaster in the glove and the shotty in the trunk
(you know how a ryda ride) what else can i do
but smoke weed, count money, represent the crew
(you know how a ryda ride) money, weed, hoes
and if you gotta ask about the crew, you don’t know

[blaze ya dead homie]
catch me in that old black 2020 [?] i just carjacked
[?] the [?] and put it to his head [?]
sped off in the darkness, street lights shinin’
all the [?] spinnin’ ’round and ’round, inches from the ground
all leather inside, caramel macchiato
run you down, pedal to the metal, full throttle (get out the way)
and cell block ain’t even gotta dump the clip and waste the ammo
you ain’t soldiers ’cause you went and bought some camo

[king gordy]
(b*tches) ay ho, real motherf*ckers don’t play though
we’ll spray 4k’s, blow brains in the main road
you stay broke, we make holes at the main road
and still that p*ssy walkin’ ’til you sprain your ankles
never had no love for stink hoes, we break hoes
gon’ give up that [?] and buy me a range rov’
escape ho, where you goin’, where you gon’ lay, ho?
b*tch lay low until i say so, now get your ass up
[chorus]
(you know how a ryda ride) b*tch i’m always strapped up
unload, reload, and leave your whole crew clapped up
(you know how a ryda ride) we don’t give a f*ck
got the toaster in the glove and the shotty in the trunk
(you know how a ryda ride) what else can i do
but smoke weed, count money, represent the crew
(you know how a ryda ride) money, weed, hoes
and if you gotta ask about the crew, you don’t know

[monoxide child]
it don’t matter what my name is, how come it’s the same kid
actin’ like he stupid, so my bullet left him brainless
i don’t give a f*ck if you’re [?] or if you’re famous
and neither does the tre eight stainless
shouldn’t been the same since the game with the gang list
but we don’t give a f*ck ’cause we’re rydas and never change
we’re the fistful of a pistol to other grippin’ the grain whip
smokin’ on a missile, gettin’ higher than sp*ceships

- the rydas lyrics

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