Текст песни Insane Clown Posse - Rydin` 4 Life
Insane Clown Posse - Rydin` 4 Life слова песни
Psychopathic Rydas....ryde on these bitches....forever and a day....y`all know how we do...it`s Westside till we d-izz-ie...Eastside till we d-izz-ie....worldwide.. Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Straight up rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!! Now we rydin` on these bitches, ain`t no mercy in my eyes With the Rydas by my side Screamin`, "Die, mufucka, die!!" Never hesitate All up in the Escalade Bumpin` sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin` Always into somethin` Gats on my hip, hangin` out the window Blazin` indo Lookin` for a narc or a nympho Breathin` this pollution always dancin` with the streets With my heat Can`t be beat Get in mind And we rydin` I`ma ryde I got a hatchet on my side Long time ago, I was born to ryde Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda Only real mission here is takin` you higher But we gets fucked up and that`s a fact We roll down your streets, pumpin`, shootin` off gats So what the fuck bitch, why you wanna get shot? You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Straight up rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!! I was 10-years-old, a lil` scruffy Already rydin`, grippin` a black Huffy So Buffy my picky-lo Bitchy-ho I`m the last jiggi-lo Fo` rilly tho On the dealio About this crew You don`t join this shit...we come to you Only a chosen few That know the pros and cons Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons Stakes in bonds I`m in a cashmiere sweater The better your cheddar The wetter you get her And never let her ass what she don`t need to know `Cause the flossin` will kill ya for sho` I know I had to kill a deputy Tryin` to question me About equity I coulda let it be But my skrilla comes first Till you see this Ryda rydin` a hearse Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Straight up rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!! Rydin`? Rydin` bitch, no time for hidin` Rydin` is for a perfect balance in time Rydin` A, grippin` oversized black trucks Rydin` B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!? Rydin` C, fellow Rydas always got your back Rydin` D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my Cadillac Holdin` heaters to Ryda haters heads Ryda E, I`m a Ryda and then some, `nuff said You wanna ryde Well bitch, tell me why You wanna be hard, think I`m Mr. Nice Guy But I ain`t, I`m the one they call Cell Block Carry two Colt .45`s and a Glock Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat Five seconds later he was on the ground I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Straight up rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Straight up rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Straight up rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! Hatchet rydin`!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!! Rydin`!! Rydin`!! That`s for life!!