Psychopathic Rydas - Rydas Don't Dance Lyrics
Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics
Rydas Don't Dance Lyrics
[Bullet:]
This is Bullit with my Ryda dog Full Clip and we be ridin and ridin and ridin and check this out, we don't, oh shit here comes Sweet Daddy Coconut...
[Sweet Daddy Coconut:]
When I walk up in the club I be havin' the muthaf*ckin' 2 liter in my waste muthaf*ckas be mean mugging me throwin' they little 50 dollar down for they cup of __ and what not. Hey man hey look here playa you ain't even tryin' to see a muthaf*ckin' Ryda cause I'll pull out the muthaf*ckin' heat and make all yall boogie
[Full Clip:]
Had my pants button down sequence shirts
Cabbage patchin makin yo body twirk
It's all good when Full Clip steps out on the floor
Pull out the __ runnin for the door
I love 10 the hot box are flyin
Every rouge cutta in this bitch is dyin
And once I stretch out all the sonic old fags
I hold down the bar huntin' for nedens to tag
Every club no the Rydas be true thugs
Red carpet burners turn into [?] hug
Security gimmie dap the second I walk in
Drinks on the house Remy Coke and Hen
Muthaf*ckas got feel for me, no love
That's why I be wearin house shoes up in the club
Bitch I don't dance but if you wanna boogie
I'll a hot thrill in your ass MOTHA F*CKA
[Big Daddy Coconut:]
You see that sparklin' bitch, that's me muthaf*ckin' watch on wrist diamonds on muthaf*ckin' pinkies muthaf*ckin' Mink to the flo, you better check this here playa
[Cell Block:]
OK a Ryda don't dance a killa don't talk
Get stupid in the club leave em lined in chalk
And stretch out with a couple holes in ya body
Ask anyone of my niggas we all rowdy
Get rowdy at the drop of a dime
Dancing for suckas real niggas ain't got time
For you hip hop bitches dance all night long
Know who you are and this is your f*ckin' song
While you at a club thinking you're a pimp
I'm at home with your woman slingin' dick to your bitch
[Bullit:]
I don't dance f*ck dancin' I'll make you dance
I'll blow your feet out the bottom of your pants
Leave the jiggy shit to Will Smith and Dru Hill
Cause if I come up in the club blood gone spill
Disco lights faggots like in boogie nights
And little pussy whipped pussies get in fist fights
I'll run up in that muthaf*cka one time
And have everybody wishin' they was at Columbine
Sike... silk shirt with finesse
And now you got you blood all over your bitches dress
[Big Daddy Coconut:]
As soon as I seen her from a far she had Carmel skin with green eyes and a skirt that was huggin' ever inch of her hour glass figure, you no I had to dip
[Lil' Shank:]
Pimpin' like a nigga out of control
Watchin' booties jiggle like a Jell-O mold
I step to her and she act real cold
She asked did I wanna step to the dance floor
I said that I been known to boogie
But I never get my dance on
I said that I been known to boogie
But I never get my dance on
Now bitch do you wanna get down cause I aint got the time
To play like R Kelly and try to bump and grind
We can leave this here club and do it right quick
You can slide me some pussy and I can shoot you this dick
[Big Daddy Coconut:]
So basically how the night ended up I was sittin' up under some silk sheets with this muthaf*ckin' Carmel little bitch that I met around the way, suppose she has drank a couple bottles of crissie, and smoked a couple ounces of my finest shit, and I did it doggy style and kicked that bitch to the curb, now its about 2:30AM and I'm on way up to 7 Eleven to get me a muthaf*ckin' sixer. Cause I'ma Ryda bitch and the muthaf*ckin' night don't end, you see these black truck wheels just spinnin off in the mother f*ckin moonlight bitch you better have some friends, and as the sun rise in the morning I wake up to pimp again hoe, so all you bitches with no panties, get ready for the Rydas. Cause when you see a muthaf*cka walkin' in with crocodile on his muthaf*ckin' feet, and he might have the matchin' muthaf*ckin' belt, and maybe he got a little silk suit on or some shit, you better recognize a mutherf*ckin' playa bitch. Cause we don't walk up in this muthaf*cka like a chump ass square. We come in this muthaf*cka shinin' with our muthaf*ckin' nose in the air bitch. You get the muthaf*ckin' privilege to talk to a pimp, bitch you better respect that shit you better shut the f*ck and no what the f*ck your dealin' with here, cause Rydas are a muthaf*ckin dime a dozen bitch, you don't see a Ryda around every corner, you don't see a pimp around every corner, so when you get the privilege to talk to a Ryda you better shut the f*ck up and understand what its like to understand a pimp. Understand what I'm sayin' bitch? See the game is not mean to be muthaf*ckin' told, it's to be sold. So I really don't understand why I'm sittin' here wastin' my time education the rest of yall muthaf*ckas on this here Rydas shit, on this here pimp shit, on how the f*ck we do it bitch.
This is Bullit with my Ryda dog Full Clip and we be ridin and ridin and ridin and check this out, we don't, oh shit here comes Sweet Daddy Coconut...
[Sweet Daddy Coconut:]
When I walk up in the club I be havin' the muthaf*ckin' 2 liter in my waste muthaf*ckas be mean mugging me throwin' they little 50 dollar down for they cup of __ and what not. Hey man hey look here playa you ain't even tryin' to see a muthaf*ckin' Ryda cause I'll pull out the muthaf*ckin' heat and make all yall boogie
[Full Clip:]
Had my pants button down sequence shirts
Cabbage patchin makin yo body twirk
It's all good when Full Clip steps out on the floor
Pull out the __ runnin for the door
I love 10 the hot box are flyin
Every rouge cutta in this bitch is dyin
And once I stretch out all the sonic old fags
I hold down the bar huntin' for nedens to tag
Every club no the Rydas be true thugs
Red carpet burners turn into [?] hug
Security gimmie dap the second I walk in
Drinks on the house Remy Coke and Hen
Muthaf*ckas got feel for me, no love
That's why I be wearin house shoes up in the club
Bitch I don't dance but if you wanna boogie
I'll a hot thrill in your ass MOTHA F*CKA
[Big Daddy Coconut:]
You see that sparklin' bitch, that's me muthaf*ckin' watch on wrist diamonds on muthaf*ckin' pinkies muthaf*ckin' Mink to the flo, you better check this here playa
[Cell Block:]
OK a Ryda don't dance a killa don't talk
Get stupid in the club leave em lined in chalk
And stretch out with a couple holes in ya body
Ask anyone of my niggas we all rowdy
Get rowdy at the drop of a dime
Dancing for suckas real niggas ain't got time
For you hip hop bitches dance all night long
Know who you are and this is your f*ckin' song
While you at a club thinking you're a pimp
I'm at home with your woman slingin' dick to your bitch
[Bullit:]
I don't dance f*ck dancin' I'll make you dance
I'll blow your feet out the bottom of your pants
Leave the jiggy shit to Will Smith and Dru Hill
Cause if I come up in the club blood gone spill
Disco lights faggots like in boogie nights
And little pussy whipped pussies get in fist fights
I'll run up in that muthaf*cka one time
And have everybody wishin' they was at Columbine
Sike... silk shirt with finesse
And now you got you blood all over your bitches dress
[Big Daddy Coconut:]
As soon as I seen her from a far she had Carmel skin with green eyes and a skirt that was huggin' ever inch of her hour glass figure, you no I had to dip
[Lil' Shank:]
Pimpin' like a nigga out of control
Watchin' booties jiggle like a Jell-O mold
I step to her and she act real cold
She asked did I wanna step to the dance floor
I said that I been known to boogie
But I never get my dance on
I said that I been known to boogie
But I never get my dance on
Now bitch do you wanna get down cause I aint got the time
To play like R Kelly and try to bump and grind
We can leave this here club and do it right quick
You can slide me some pussy and I can shoot you this dick
[Big Daddy Coconut:]
So basically how the night ended up I was sittin' up under some silk sheets with this muthaf*ckin' Carmel little bitch that I met around the way, suppose she has drank a couple bottles of crissie, and smoked a couple ounces of my finest shit, and I did it doggy style and kicked that bitch to the curb, now its about 2:30AM and I'm on way up to 7 Eleven to get me a muthaf*ckin' sixer. Cause I'ma Ryda bitch and the muthaf*ckin' night don't end, you see these black truck wheels just spinnin off in the mother f*ckin moonlight bitch you better have some friends, and as the sun rise in the morning I wake up to pimp again hoe, so all you bitches with no panties, get ready for the Rydas. Cause when you see a muthaf*cka walkin' in with crocodile on his muthaf*ckin' feet, and he might have the matchin' muthaf*ckin' belt, and maybe he got a little silk suit on or some shit, you better recognize a mutherf*ckin' playa bitch. Cause we don't walk up in this muthaf*cka like a chump ass square. We come in this muthaf*cka shinin' with our muthaf*ckin' nose in the air bitch. You get the muthaf*ckin' privilege to talk to a pimp, bitch you better respect that shit you better shut the f*ck and no what the f*ck your dealin' with here, cause Rydas are a muthaf*ckin dime a dozen bitch, you don't see a Ryda around every corner, you don't see a pimp around every corner, so when you get the privilege to talk to a Ryda you better shut the f*ck up and understand what its like to understand a pimp. Understand what I'm sayin' bitch? See the game is not mean to be muthaf*ckin' told, it's to be sold. So I really don't understand why I'm sittin' here wastin' my time education the rest of yall muthaf*ckas on this here Rydas shit, on this here pimp shit, on how the f*ck we do it bitch.
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