Artist: Yung Wun Album: The Dirtiest Thirstiest Song: Ryde Or Die Boyz Translated title:
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[Yung Wun] Man! Man! Man! Man! (Larsiny) Don't start nuttin ya ass can't finish Ryde or Die Boyz gon', COME AND GET WITCHA!
[Larsiny: S. Lassiter] Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion Flashin, talker, no action We read emcees like TV's with captions Charts we smash on, guns we blast them Spit fire like blow dryers and Drag-dash-On Your career won't last long, real name Sean Lassiter Four words for y'all: F-type no passenger Flow nastier, man you know what I mean And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green So the wrist look like a twister mat Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat This go out to those that think this just a rap Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back Nasty, nasty, spittin disgusting raps And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that
[Chorus: Yung Wun]
You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy You don't want no drama boy
[Verse Two: Larsiny] I hate cops, and I like you even less I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death Cuz I pop buck shots like a peasy neck And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger All talk, no show, Jerry Springer I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror We shake your features, y'all make believers And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure I ball of the scale, break the meter And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too tough Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough I straight grew up, I'm still a bully Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry
[Verse Three: Larsiny] Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze Make your face melt like pizza cheese You need to leave, 'cuz you don't stand a chance man I get greasy like mechanic hands And y'all niggas all sweet, like candied yams Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your face You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot And I can tell how you talkin you ain't never been shot Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor 'Cuz I'ma tell the law I don't know nothing at all I was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y'all
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