LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRyder Music
[Intro]YeahYeah we can ride to thisJust lay back, crew[Verse 1]Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweetI put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beatI put my life on the line when I'm out on the streetPut my teflon on and roll with my heatI keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clownIn a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****sSoon as I step on stage, the crowd applaudsSoon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start soreI ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tellThe east coast crib, the size of a small hotelThe shit journalist write about me, get me confusedHave me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he loseI read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiitGo through the hood, there's mad *****s on my dickNow we can get hostile or we can do this smoothT&T around, I can still make blow move[Chorus x2]This is what you call ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to itLet's roll, I can show ya how we do itWhen 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 goodOn the low, I done fucked half of HollywoodHad your favorite actress from your favorite showsIn my favorite position, you know how it goesIn my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs flyHomie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke toStay on point, cause *****s will ride and smoke youJealousy's for women, but some *****s is bitch madeThey make you wanna run across they're head with a switch bladeThey point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bugMy flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugsLook, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tecFool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whippedCards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respectYou try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct[Chorus x2]This is what you call ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to itLet's roll, I can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that ryder music (let's go)[Let's go][Verse 3]My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta winPray to Lord, forgive me for my sinsStill thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'Like the stones on my wristZonin', guess this is how it feels to be richHomie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitchStupid, chase the paper, they come with the shitI'm fallin', in love with successEntrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the bestRowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handleStunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candleAs wise men speak, I listen and learnA man dies, a baby's born, my *****s the world turnsRappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shitThey mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kidIn '99, I had a vision and made a decisionBein' broke is against my religion, now picked up[Chorus x2]This is what you call ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to itLet's roll, I can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that ryder music (let's go)[Let's go]
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