Ridaz Lyrics
| Song | Ridaz |
| Artist | Yukmouth |
| Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| *(yukmouth)* | |
| Yes! | |
| (uh!) | |
| Yes! | |
| Welcome! | |
| (thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!) | |
| Smoke-a-lot up in this bitch! | |
| (throw yo hood in the air!) | |
| A-g-2 the ke, dmg, yes! | |
| Let's kick this anthem shit. | |
| Chorus *(yukmouth)* | |
| All of my niggas ridaz | |
| Small time grindas, pimps and big timers | |
| Whether it's heron or hemp wit china | |
| I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin vagina. | |
| (come on, come on) | |
| Verse 1 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Nigga i'm always into somethin | |
| If i can't beat yo ass then i'm dumpin | |
| Give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe | |
| Then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function | |
| We funkin | |
| Rootin-tootin, smokin on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction | |
| Get in the coupe and punch it | |
| Niggas be funkin for nothin | |
| Fuckin the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin | |
| Fire somethin | |
| Puffin | |
| I put it up in the air | |
| You niggas 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 bitches, draggin ＆em down the strip juss by they hair | |
| Like "oh dear!" | |
| Where the fuck is money? don't go there | |
| I leave yo ass 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 | |
| Fuck off a hundred g's and still got money up in the safe | |
| Ridaz nigga! | |
| *(chorus)* 2x | |
| Verse 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 | |
| Bitch we ridaz | |
| Remind ya that niggas high | |
| If i introduce you to the ditch, you don't wanna die | |
| Is the hit | |
| Smoke, drank already lit | |
| Caulkin my shit | |
| Who 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)* 2x | |
| Verse 3 *(yukmouth)* | |
| I'm juss a y.g. | |
| Who snuck in the gamblin shacks | |
| Scramblin crack wit niggas who did more years than geronimo pratt | |
| Killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin murder fo' hire | |
| Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire | |
| Torture, squeeze a niggas 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 shit | |
| Outlaw affiliated! | |
| He chose to spray wit gages | |
| Baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk | |
| Niggas who like doe, i get paid off | |
| Fuck 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 niggas like dmx | |
| Beat bitches 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)* 2x | |
| Verse 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 shit 4 and 5 timer | |
| Yuk, i think it's time we fuck these mutha fuckas up | |
| Show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Nigga i will shoot | |
| Murder up you and you we ridaz!! (echos) | |
| *(gun shots fire off)* |
| yukmouth | |
| Yes! | |
| uh! | |
| Yes! | |
| Welcome! | |
| thug niggas throw yo turf in the air! | |
| Smokealot up in this bitch! | |
| throw yo hood in the air! | |
| Ag2 the ke, dmg, yes! | |
| Let' s kick this anthem shit. | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| All of my niggas ridaz | |
| Small time grindas, pimps and big timers | |
| Whether it' s heron or hemp wit china | |
| I' m not a bitch on the strip sellin vagina. | |
| come on, come on | |
| Verse 1 yukmouth | |
| Nigga i' m always into somethin | |
| If i can' t beat yo ass then i' m dumpin | |
| Give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe | |
| Then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function | |
| We funkin | |
| Rootintootin, smokin on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction | |
| Get in the coupe and punch it | |
| Niggas be funkin for nothin | |
| Fuckin the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin | |
| Fire somethin | |
| Puffin | |
| I put it up in the air | |
| You niggas 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 bitches, draggin em down the strip juss by they hair | |
| Like " oh dear!" | |
| Where the fuck is money? don' t go there | |
| I leave yo ass stuck, hungry starvin in the middle of no fuckin where | |
| I swear | |
| Cut off your privlage like welfare | |
| Section 8, smokealot' ll stay placed in berlin | |
| By the end of 98, hell yeah | |
| Then i' ll be straight | |
| Fuck off a hundred g' s and still got money up in the safe | |
| Ridaz nigga! | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Verse 2 gmone of ag2ake | |
| 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 | |
| Bitch we ridaz | |
| Remind ya that niggas high | |
| If i introduce you to the ditch, you don' t wanna die | |
| Is the hit | |
| Smoke, drank already lit | |
| Caulkin my shit | |
| Who 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 ag2a mutha fuckin ke | |
| You best believe we rob yo spot | |
| Why not? we rapa 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 2x | |
| Verse 3 yukmouth | |
| I' m juss a y. g. | |
| Who snuck in the gamblin shacks | |
| Scramblin crack wit niggas who did more years than geronimo pratt | |
| Killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin murder fo' hire | |
| Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire | |
| Torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers | |
| Put his place on fire | |
| Then escape juss like mcguyver wit the getaway driver | |
| Live and direct from the projects that be gated | |
| On some made shit | |
| Outlaw affiliated! | |
| He chose to spray wit gages | |
| Baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk | |
| Niggas who like doe, i get paid off | |
| Fuck a writeoff | |
| 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 niggas like dmx | |
| Beat bitches 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 2x | |
| Verse 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 cocacola | |
| Straight yola all the way from the bay to minnesota | |
| What you know bout, this face mob rida | |
| Dumpin off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer | |
| Yuk, i think it' s time we fuck these mutha fuckas up | |
| Show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Nigga i will shoot | |
| Murder up you and you we ridaz!! echos | |
| gun shots fire off |
| yukmouth | |
| Yes! | |
| uh! | |
| Yes! | |
| Welcome! | |
| thug niggas throw yo turf in the air! | |
| Smokealot up in this bitch! | |
| throw yo hood in the air! | |
| Ag2 the ke, dmg, yes! | |
| Let' s kick this anthem shit. | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| All of my niggas ridaz | |
| Small time grindas, pimps and big timers | |
| Whether it' s heron or hemp wit china | |
| I' m not a bitch on the strip sellin vagina. | |
| come on, come on | |
| Verse 1 yukmouth | |
| Nigga i' m always into somethin | |
| If i can' t beat yo ass then i' m dumpin | |
| Give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe | |
| Then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function | |
| We funkin | |
| Rootintootin, smokin on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction | |
| Get in the coupe and punch it | |
| Niggas be funkin for nothin | |
| Fuckin the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin | |
| Fire somethin | |
| Puffin | |
| I put it up in the air | |
| You niggas 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 bitches, draggin em down the strip juss by they hair | |
| Like " oh dear!" | |
| Where the fuck is money? don' t go there | |
| I leave yo ass stuck, hungry starvin in the middle of no fuckin where | |
| I swear | |
| Cut off your privlage like welfare | |
| Section 8, smokealot' ll stay placed in berlin | |
| By the end of 98, hell yeah | |
| Then i' ll be straight | |
| Fuck off a hundred g' s and still got money up in the safe | |
| Ridaz nigga! | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Verse 2 gmone of ag2ake | |
| 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 | |
| Bitch we ridaz | |
| Remind ya that niggas high | |
| If i introduce you to the ditch, you don' t wanna die | |
| Is the hit | |
| Smoke, drank already lit | |
| Caulkin my shit | |
| Who 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 ag2a mutha fuckin ke | |
| You best believe we rob yo spot | |
| Why not? we rapa 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 2x | |
| Verse 3 yukmouth | |
| I' m juss a y. g. | |
| Who snuck in the gamblin shacks | |
| Scramblin crack wit niggas who did more years than geronimo pratt | |
| Killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin murder fo' hire | |
| Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire | |
| Torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers | |
| Put his place on fire | |
| Then escape juss like mcguyver wit the getaway driver | |
| Live and direct from the projects that be gated | |
| On some made shit | |
| Outlaw affiliated! | |
| He chose to spray wit gages | |
| Baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk | |
| Niggas who like doe, i get paid off | |
| Fuck a writeoff | |
| 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 niggas like dmx | |
| Beat bitches 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 2x | |
| Verse 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 cocacola | |
| Straight yola all the way from the bay to minnesota | |
| What you know bout, this face mob rida | |
| Dumpin off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer | |
| Yuk, i think it' s time we fuck these mutha fuckas up | |
| Show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Nigga i will shoot | |
| Murder up you and you we ridaz!! echos | |
| gun shots fire off |
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