Testi musica canzoni

[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)