I'ma shoot
I'ma smoke
I'ma walk up on yo ass and bust yo ass in the eye
I'ma roll this blunt up
I'ma I'ma
(Chorus)
I'ma ride to the end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha papa
Gimme some more
I gotta get mine (hey)
All about the currency (yea)
And let my thugs and muthafucking Rydas represent me (woop woop)
And ya better blaze the weed
And pass that shit to me
And I'ma cock the gat
And hold it down for my family
We worldwide
Leaving ya hating bitches
On the curbside
Bleeding and needing stiches
Bitches ya got ya mouth wide open
On the wed and all your hating and roasting
Gonna keep me bragging and boasting
This shit is coast to coast
And I'ma ball till I fall baby
While punk ass bitches
Spend they money on that car neday
You can't even picture me rolling
Money folling
In an Escalade with twinkies and it's
Probably stolen
Crack my Newports open
And I'm smoking for a licking
If you got it
And I want it
Then you hitting
You and your bitch
Foe Foe
Mister mean and hateful
Mister free to ride
You and your fam
Can burn the cradle
Who wanna smoke?
Who wanna ride with me?
We running with the Rydas
Till the E-N-D
And I'ma
(Chorus)
(Yayeah)
Hit the Eastside
Intended to get groovy
Cruising down the Ave.
Looking for titties and booties
Guerellis gripping twinkies
See me sparkling and shinning
I'm like a diamond
As I continue gliding
The ass drops down
As I hit the switch again
Heads start turning
Cause they see that Shank is perfen
And swerving
Pimping
Please understand that if these niggas act up
They get to leaving in an ambulance
I got my hand curved around a heata
And if your bitch is on my dick
Hell yea I wanna meet her
I'ma playa
You don't see them diamonds through the windshield?
I'm eating steak and shrimp while you bitches splitten happy meals
Don't get your cat peeled
Acting hard
I got a bullet for you
And everybody in your backyard (What the fuck you looking at?)
And bitch if you don't know
You better ask a friend
Lil' Shank muthafucka, I'ma Ryda till the end
(Chorus)
Do I gotta tell you how much
That this watch cost?
Or do I gotta tell you how much dope a nigga lost?
Trying to come up in the game
Make a name for myself
But when this block get hit
It's hella bad for ya health
Gotta get back on your feet
Hustle on the street
Minimum wage don't make enough for ends meet
What's up bitch?
The name's Cell Block, ho
And one question, do you like dick in the throat? (FUCK YEA)
I be rollin with the rydas
Iced out on the street
Gold chain around my neck
Brand new NIKE's on my feet
And we livin' up yo block
Nigga always wit a glock
And a sack fulla rocks
For them thieves on my jock
Keep rockin' skrilla
Paper chasin' never ends
I be 45 and still slangin' rocks out the benz
I'ma pimp by blood
And a Ryda 4 Life
And I'ma ride 2 da end
Dumpin' clips all night
(Chorus x2)
(Rydas)
And let my thug and mutha fuckin' rydas represent me
Uh...Bullet in this bitch, Cell Block, Fo Fo, L'il Shank, Full Clip
And let my thug and mutha fuckin' rydas represent me