Songtext Rydin 4 life Insane Clown Posse

Rydin 4 life

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!!