Yukmouth – Ridaz lyrics

(Yukmouth)*Yes*

(Uh!
)!Yes
Welcome!
(Thug!
n s****throw yo turf in the air )!Smoke-A-Lot
up in this b h***(Throw!
yo hood in the air )!A-G-2
the Ke dmg, yes, Let's!
kick this anthem s titChorus.

(Yukmouth) *All*

of my n s****Ridaz Small
time grindas pimps, and big timers Whether
it's heron or hemp wit China I'm
not a b h***on the strip sellin v anus*(Come.
on come, on) Verse

1 (Yukmouth) *N*

anusI'm always into somethin If
I can't beat yo a then** I'm dumpin Give
a n anusthe pumpkin head deluxe Then
come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function We
funkin Rootin-tootin
smokin, on blunts wit skunk until a n anusmalfunction Get
in the coupe and punch it N
s****be funkin for nothin Fuckin
the game another, n anusdone lost his name for side bustin Fire
somethin Puffin
I
put it up in the air You
n s****live to die hustlin I'm, fuckin wit playas from every where From
Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there I'm
a thousandaire Mackin
b s*****draggin, 'em down the strip juss by they hair Like
"Oh dear "!Where
the f k**is money Don't? go there I
leave yo a stuck** hungry, starvin in the middle of no fuckin where I
swear Cut
off your privlage like welfare Section
8 Smoke-A-Lot'll, stay placed in Berlin By
the end of 9-8 hell, yeah Then
I'll be straight F
k**off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe Ridaz
n anus(Chorus)!

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2 (G-Mone *of A-G-2-A-Ke) Go*

inside the twitchin missin, my, mission I vision the hit Suckas
keep watchin yo mental mix is gettin twisted Who
is this In? the kitchen wit fixings for the come up Servin
rocks on the block til it get hot snitch we ridin on ya B
h***we Ridaz Remind
ya that n s****high If
I introduce you to the ditch you, don't wanna die Is
the hit Smoke
drank, already lit Caulkin
my s titWho
you think you fuckin wit I?
said recognize the mutha fuckin Mobb hoe I
don't know nothin juss, heard poppin by the door Who
flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O" By
the Flippin???
this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ke You
best believe we rob yo spot Why
not We? Rap-A fuckin Lot Owe
us some paper There's
no reason for us to not glock Posted
wit yo mouth open hopin that I don't squeeze Wit
a swift chopped up to his knees Say
where the cheese We?
Ridaz (Chorus)!

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3 (Yukmouth) *I'm*

juss a Y G. Who.
snuck in the gamblin shacks Scramblin
crack wit n s****who did more years than Geronimo Pratt Killas
wit hands on they gats mutha, fuckin murder fo' hire Mobb
attire pupils, dialated n, anushog tied in barb wire Torture
squeeze, a n s****nuts wit plyers Put
his place on fire Then
escape juss like Mcguyver wit the get-away driver Live
and direct from the projects that be gated On
some made s titOutlaw
affiliated He!
chose to spray wit gages Baraccaded
the scene yellow, tape and white chalk N
s****who like doe I, get paid off F
k**a write-off It's
tax free money Deliver
'em a China up inside a Taxi honey Task
be lookin at me funny Know
I'm a trigga happy gats, be hungry Barkin
on n s****like dmx Beat
b s*****like pms And
flee ridin a bmx flippin, ga checks at yo set Grab
the promoter by his mutha fuckin neck Don't
be fooled by the Rolex (Chorus)!

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4 (Dmg) *Who*

in the mutha fuckin hell Nothin
but Regime Ridaz Southside
affiliated wit big timers Ballers
Killers
who, live in mansions off the water Lunitiks
shippin, in bricks after brick 200
percent pure, snow white Coca-Cola Straight
Yola all the way from the Bay to Minnesota What
you know bout this, Face Mob rida Dumpin
off on yo s tit4 and 5 timer Yuk
I, think it's time we f k**these mutha fuckas up Show
these mutha fuckas up straight, up drama uncut F
k**they mamas They
fuckin wit killas wit seven figgas Psycos
drinkin, the bottles of nitro Now
it was Yukmouth That
told me that He
got "5 On It" And
I believed that And
now you Better
believe it too N
anusI will shoot Murder
up you and you we Ridaz (echos)!! (gun

*shots fire off)