Lyrics of 'Ride Out' by Psychopathic Rydas

Psychopathic Rydas
Yah Yah
Mothafucka
We own Detroit
Bitch, put you mothafuckin' hands up
Detroit, New York, LA, Florida, Boston

Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
Rydas ryde out (Whut)
Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)

We be the dick and vagina hiduz
From the back siders
Psychopathic Rydas
Whitey tighties ain't tighter
We be the cheeva rollers
One more, we creezy guzzlers
Bitch mothafucka
Smoke us natural born street hustlas
We be the hatchet sporters
Stink of kiss supporters
In the Keys of Florida
Makin' deals on Motorolas (yea)
We be drapin' platinum, gold
Jet-black Roles
My rice and rolls can hold
Po-po on payroll
We be the holders of stub stops
No doubt
Stick you up, make out the back
Drop and ride out

While other bitches dream about
The Rydas be on the street
And we be about it
Check to see if I demand bankroll
With a rubber band
If you a Ryda, then you like my fuckin' brother-man
So now let's get this cheddar
And do the things we gotta do
Find a chicken head
That the whole crew can run thru
Sippin' on the crissy
Until the bottle lookin' low
Send the same freak bitch
To the mothafuckin' store (Take yo ass to the store)
Then we ride out
Bitch, you know it's all the same
When you fuckin' with them ballers ho
You can keep the change (ching)

Rydas ryde out (Whut)
Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
Rydas ryde out (Whut)
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)

Rydin' old golds don't come with no big shit big Shit
You shoulda know you can't fuck wit
Niggas from the hood
They ain't about talkin' shit-ac