[Intro] Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back, crew
[Verse 1] Here´s a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I´m out on the street Put my teflon on and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don´t fuck with these clown niggas In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore I ain´t gotta say I´m a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get me confused Have me feelin´ like the heavy weight champ when he lose I read somewhere, I´m homophobic shiiit Go through the hood, there´s mad niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth T&T around, I can still make blow move
[Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin´ to it Let´s roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let´s go) [Let´s go]
[Verse 2] Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows In my favorite position, you know how it goes In my Bentley bumpin´ Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly Homie, this is somethin´ you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousy´s for women, but some niggas is bitch made They make you wanna run across they´re head with a switch blade They point their finger at me, sayin´ I´m bug My flows crack you listen, your fuckin´ brains on drugs Look, ice drippin´ on my neck, hands grippin´ on the tec Fool trippin´ through the set, you can get ya ass whipped Cards missin´ out my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
[Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin´ to it Let´s roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let´s go) (Let´s go)
[Verse 3] My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins Still thuggin´, cruisin´, rims gleamin´ Like the stones on my wrist Zonin´, guess this is how it feels to be rich Homie, you hustlin´ backwards if you chasin´ a bitch Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit I´m fallin´, in love with success Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best Rowin´, ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I´ll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby´s born, my niggas the world turns Rappers, I make ´em sick when I say I´m the shit They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid In ´99, I had a vision and made a decision Bein´ broke is against my religion, now picked up
[Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin´ to it Let´s roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let´s go) (Let´s go)
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