Ryden Dirtay

These rydas to cool to ryde dirty



They Ryde Dirtay



See basically, uhh, everyday when you wake up in hood



You gotta look at yourself in the mirror



And make that decision



Either you gonn ride like a square



Or you gonna ride dirty like a Ryda



But Rydas are too cool for that shit



They Ryde Dirtay



You see



You might have 6, 7 bags heroin up in the mutha fuck glove box



Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine



I don't know what your preference is



Mutha fucka but ya better have your heat



And if the pig pull you over



You can't hesitate to pull off on his ass







15 black trucks baby



Rydin' in the roll



From the 7 Mile East to the southwest side



Slow



Final destination



Clark Park summertime



Where them bitches flaunt ass in the sunshine



I grip my wheel



I'm like the 4th truck back



L'il punch of perkasets



And a Kool-Aid pack



Diggin'



I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock and Rye



With the freekshow bump face twitch in my eye



Blowin' cane dust all up off the dash



Bullet quick out the yay for that night of cash



Ryden Dirtay



Till I flip this Birtay



But hey it's like



Everydaaay



Summer breeze



After I deliver these



I'ma take it eaz



In the Florida Keys



We'z gonna take time



Sippin' Carribean wine



With a twist of lime



In the sunshine







Chorus x2:



In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J



I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)



In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J



I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)







We ryden deep and dirty



On the streets of the D



Duck ya head low



When you see me pull the heat



I'm comin' for your jewels



And all your fuckin' cash



So when you see us pull up



You better hit the gas



And mash all out of this district, bitch



Stay and become my next victim bitch



Cuz we rydin' down the street



Dumpin' out windows



And we don't give a fuck who we really hit tho







I'm rydin' dirty like a dirty low



I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that nigga Fo Fo



Mo money mo problems



Mo mutha fuckin' weight



Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of black spray paint



I cross the line and put a K, you know



How we do when it come to them outside ho's



I'ma Ryda rydin' dirty



And that's how I do



And every nigga in my crew be the same way to







Chorus x2







Eight o'clock on the dot



Rydas at my door



Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol



Fo Fo wanna ryde and smoke till the day comes



And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya make some



Taste them ho's



And let the 20 inch rim roll



I'm out of control



Rydin' Dirty in my low low



We just lookin' for that Barbeque



With a l'il drank, a l'il weed



And that bitch with you







WOOP WOOP



Look up in the rear view



Shit, man



It's the pigs in blue



Start to get laid up str8 tho



It's officer Ham fucker cop on the payroll



As he approaches



I roll down the window



Here we go



Two grams of heroin and some indo



Get the fuck on



Filthy pig



That's the beneficials



Of Ryden Dirty







There ain't no sunshine



When ya dirty rydin'



Always creepin'



Slidin' Hidin'



Make Ya drops



Shake a Cop



Give a dap to the Devil



And ya take your dop



The feelin' is good when the deed is done



Home free and ya didn't have to kill no one



Lucky you ain't dead



You played the game



Rydin' Dirtay boy I tell ya



Ain't nothin' the same







Chorus x2







You see I'm an old school dirty ryda



I used to have a mutha fuckin' ice cream truck



That I'd slang my bags from



Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and nice pop from me mutha fucka



And all the mutha fuckas in the hood knew it



When they see the mutha fucka come jinglin' up the block



They knew it was comin'



Sweet time (heeey)