Ride Out Songtext
von Psychopathic Rydas

I′m in your face with a pistol, and you 'bout to die
And you gon′ have a fuckin' bullet hole for an eye
I need the keys to your house, 'cause you ain′t comin′ home
I pull the trigger and explode your dome, and then I ride off
Well I don't really know if you′ve been told
Full Clip pops off those semis while sippin' on Remys (Nah!)
Oh the fuck yeah, and it ain′t it, boss
I miss you and hold up your mama, then ride off

Bitch, you makin' me nauseous, plus I′m takin' no losses
Tell 'em Converse and fuck Nike Air Forces
Stolen Porsches, rollin′ Rolls-Royces
But first I go swoop Sawed Off, and then I ride off

I put a hole in your head, and then I ride off
Save the wasted breath on a buster, and let my gat talk
Leave that ass dead on the motherfuckin′ sidewalk
Puttin' hot rocks in your brain, and then I ride off


Man, ain′t nobody playin' anymore
Just copped a new Jaguar and I drove it out the store
Bag full of yacs, lookin′ to line you out in chalk
Catch you on the corner, bust some fuckin' shots and ride off

I ride off into the night, bustin′ shots in the air
Mean muggin', runnin' pockets like I just don′t care
Sellin′ dimes, quarters, and bitches, straight up player
I ride off out this bitch into the atmosphere

Uh, walk into the mall all cool and calm
Leather OJ gloves, about to rob hoes blind
Snatch purse after purse 'til my hands is full
Hit the exit to the rip-off quick, and then I ride off
When it′s on, then it's really on, gat out the back of my window
Lettin′ that bitch go, me and my pistol
Just so motherfuckin' off the hook
Close your mouth, about the game I wrote the book, now ride off

Click, click, bang, go the gat to the teller′s face (Pow!)
Empty the drawers, then I blast everybody in the bank (Ooh!)
Head to the next one, I can't get enough
Takin' all this easy free ass money, then I ride off


It was a murder scene, a drug deal gone bad
There were bodies everywhere with guns still in hand
But I was still standing with all the lights off
So I grabbed a duffel bag of the dope and ride off

I put a hole in your head, and then I ride off
Save the wasted breath on a buster, and let my gat talk
Leave that ass dead on the motherfuckin′ sidewalk
Puttin′ hot rocks in your brain, and then I ride off

Players get smacked the fuck up and then jacked for they black truck
And then I fuckin' run ′em over and back up
The Rude Boy said a bitch that don't suck dick
Should get a fuckin′ bullet hole in her tit, and then he rode off

Ryda ride out when he gotta get paid
Ryda rock, Ryda roll, back seat my twelve gauge
When I bang I bust, smokin' angel dust
But first I knock the rust out your ass, and then I ride off

I′ma roll my window down and point
The barrel at your girlfriend's head
And leave the both of y'all dead like blam!
Splatterin′ you and your bitch
And then I double back and get the witnesses, and then I ride off

When I be at the club, I always get mean mugged
By some little punk motherfuckin′ wannabe thug
It happens all the time, so now I keep me a nine
Wait in the parking lot, commit my assault, and then I ride off

I put a hole in your head, and then I ride off
Save the wasted breath on a buster, and let my gat talk
Leave that ass dead on the motherfuckin' sidewalk
Puttin′ hot rocks in your brain, and then
I ride off (Motherfucker, say what?!)

I ride off into the night, bustin' shots in the air
Mean muggin′, runnin' pockets like I
Just don′t care (Say what, bitch?!)
Sellin' dimes, quarters, and bitches, straight up player
I ride off out this bitch into the atmosphere

Motherfucker, my name is Bullet (Say what?!)
I ain't got no hollow point though, bitch, I′m smart (Say what?!)
And know this much (What?!)
We go to the east side of the Detroit city (Yeah, ride on!)
And ride off to the west (Yeah, ride on!)
And then we go to the west side and ride off back
To the east (Shine your tires, you punk ass bitch!)
We ride off back and forth (Give me your radio, punk ass bitch!)
Bitch!