These rydas to cool to ryde dirty
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They Ryde Dirtay
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See basically, uhh, everyday when you wake up in hood
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You gotta look at yourself in the mirror
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And make that decision
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Either you gonn ride like a square
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Or you gonna ride dirty like a Ryda
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But Rydas are too cool for that shit
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They Ryde Dirtay
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You see
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You might have 6, 7 bags heron up in the mutha fuck glove box
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Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine
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I don't know what your preference is
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Mothafucka but ya better have your heat
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And if the pig pull you over
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You can't hesitate to pull off on his ass
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15 black trucks baby
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Rydin' in the roll
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From the 7 Mile East to the southwest side
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Slow
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Final destination
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Clark Park summertime
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Where them bitches flaunt ass in the sunshine
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I grip my wheel
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I'm like the 4th truck back
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Lil' punch of perkasets
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And a Kool-Aid pack
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Diggin'
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I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock and Rye
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With the freekshow bump face twitch in my eye
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Blowin' cane dust all up off the dash
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Bullet quick out the yay for that night of cash
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Ryden Dirtay
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Till I flip this Birtay
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But hey it's like
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Everydaaay
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Summer breeze
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After I deliver these
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I'ma take it eaz
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In the Florida Keys
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We'z gonna take time
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Sippin' Carribean wine
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With a twist of lime
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In the sunshine
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)
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We ryden deep and dirty
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On the streets of the D
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Duck ya head low
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When you see me pull the heat
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I'm comin' for your jewels
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And all your fuckin' cash
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So when you see us pull up
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You better hit the gas
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And mash all out of this district, bitch
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Stay and become my next victim bitch
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Cuz we rydin' down the street
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Dumpin' out windows
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And we don't give a fuck who we really hit though
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I'm rydin' dirty like a dirty low
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I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that nigga Foe Foe
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Mo money mo problems
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Mo mutha fuckin' weight
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Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of black spray paint
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I cross the line and put a K, you know
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How we do when it come to them outside ho's
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I'ma Ryda rydin' dirty
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And that's how I do
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And every nigga in my crew be the same way to
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I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)
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Eight o'clock on the dot
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Rydas at my door
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Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol
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Foe Foe wanna ryde and smoke till the day comes
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And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya make some
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Taste them ho's
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And let the 20 inch rim roll
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I'm out of control
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Rydin' Dirty in my low low
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We just lookin' for that Barbeque
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With a lil' drank, a lil' weed
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And that bitch with you
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WOOP WOOP
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Look up in the rear view
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Shit, man
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It's the pigs in blue
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Start to get wait i'm straight though
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It's officer Ham Huffer cop on the payroll
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As he approaches
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I roll down the window
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Here we go
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Two grams of heron and some indo
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Get the fuck on
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Filthy pig
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That's the beneficials
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Of Ryden Dirty
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There ain't no sunshine
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When ya dirty rydin'
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Always creepin'
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Slidin' Hidin'
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Make Ya drops
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Shake a Cop
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Give a dap to the Devil
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And ya take your knot
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The feelin' is good when the deed is done
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Home free and ya didn't have to kill no one
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Lucky you ain't dead
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You played the game
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Rydin' Dirtay boy I tell ya
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Ain't nothin' the same (come on now)
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I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
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In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
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I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)
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You see I'm an old school dirty ryda
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I used to have a mothafuckin' ice cream truck
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That I'd slang my bags from
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Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and fine pop from me mo |