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psychopathic rydas – my lil’ rydas كلمات اغاني

[intro: bullet]
_listenin’ to that bullsh_t!
f_ck that bullsh_t!
i’m gonna petition to get this out of the stores! (bullsh_t!)
get this sh_t out the motherf_ckin’ streets! (bullsh_t!)
i got kids, motherf_cker! (motherf_cker)
and my kids are my responsibility! (bullsh_t!)
this is bullsh_t! (bullsh_t!)
i don’t want ’em listenin’ to this bullsh_t!

[verse 1: cell block]
they shootin’ bones in the park after dark without us
sayin’ “school is for fools!”, livin’ like street scholars
young rydas carry bookbags of all types of good sh_t
with a .22 in his right shoe and he ain’t afraid to use it
tossin’ up gang signs, wrapped up in red and blue
lost his little baby t__th, now he rockin’ a gold tooth
on the brand_new iphone, braggin’ to his crew
[?] the pigs will never stop him [?] avenue, my lil’ rydas!
[verse 2: bullet]
lil rydas sell meth to classmates and sеrve out they locker
don’t givе a sh_t about a old man, kick his ass up out his rocker
little badasses gettin’ head up in juvenile court
swervin’ on skateboards and smokin’, ain’t but three feet short
strollers with spinners and platinum binkies and chewers
bottles full of them fruity_ass jack daniels coolers
seven_year_olds grippin’ candy_painted navigators
chewin’ [?], f_ckin’ runnin’ second_graders

[chorus]
my lil rydas (little kid ain’t but twelve years old)
my lil rydas (where the f_ck you get all that gold?!)
my lil rydas (makin’ more f_ckin’ money than his mommy does!)
and when they grow, they gon’ ride like us!

[verse 3: lil’ shank]
this is for my lil rydas, with the all_black big wheels
little thugs on the playground, keepin’ it really real
sippin’ ‘gnac instead of kool_aid, sellin’ sacks instead of lemonade
not even thirteen_year_old rockin’ a [?]
wearin’ a stolen chain with a rusty deuce_deuce
case somebody stealin’ sh_t, they have to cut one loose
he might be little than you, but no matter the situation
bg is still a ryda, he gon’ show ’em, he ain’t playin’!
[verse 4: yung dirt]
now let me take you back, but still keep this sh_t real
picture young rydas flossin’, lil’ bosses still on training wheels
baby gangstas, little b_st_rds, havin’ big dreams
b_tch slappin’ neighbors’ kids and gank him for his starscream
lookin’ hard as h_ll in they black garanimals
little bad motherf_ckers labeled as some animals
young rydas, throw ’em up, show ’em how we do
gang to show thugs, ridin’ ’round, screamin’ “f_ck you!”

[verse 5: full clip]
chips all up in they t__th, but i ain’t talkin’ about them fritos, man
got somethin’ up in his hand, that weight weigh more than him
[?] in his waistband just to get this sh_t happenin’
might be three times over him, but it’ll still get your knees to crackin’
you think he give a f_ck? lil’ ryda can’t see over the steering wheel
in his black truck, talkin’ about half clip twenty years ago
already stickin’ b_tches the f_ck up, already throwin’ them nuts up
and already lacin’ up them all_black trucks, you motherf_cks!
[chorus]
my lil rydas (little kid ain’t but twelve years old)
my lil rydas (where the f_ck you get all that gold?!)
my lil rydas (makin’ more f_ckin’ money than his mommy does!)
and when they grow, they gon’ ride like us!

[outro]
chips all up in they t__th, but i ain’t talkin’ about them fritos, man
chips all up in they t__th, but i ain’t talkin’ about them fritos, man
chips all up in they t__th, but i ain’t talkin’ about them fritos, man
and when they grow, they gon’ ride like us!

- psychopathic rydas

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