Dumpin (Psychopathic Rydas)

"Yea you got the album, now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip And i'm Lil' Shank, diss' Psychopathic Rydas motha' fucka'" Cut'em all out when ya bust is found Pop, pop, biggity bop, that be the sound Low down wit' the master hump (bump bump!) Buckin' wit' the master Pump (dump dump) Jump, jump go 'da town when the Rydas on Pump, pump go the bucket with a dawg of his own At your funeral your dead, but that aint nuttin Best bet badass Bullet be Dumpin' From the East-side out to the Southwest Psychopathic Rydas puttin' slugs in your chest Bitch, nobody move heads down! You don't wanna see me clown, mother fucka! Psychopathic Rydas Dumpin' Psychopathic Rydas hey! (2x) We doin' ride-by's, on freestyle bikes I hit a wheely on a motor, bustin' out on site I give a f**k bitch, talk shit and get clipped Knock your fuckin' teeth through your lip (yea!) Actin' wild as f**k, cuz' my jam came on "And you know thug niggas gotta sing that song!) I got 18 shot's ,(buck buck), and I won't miss once All black trucks with the bumps Shootin' out the window, every single time the wind blow Blazin' up another bag a indo Foe Foe be the alias Run up on you bare, bitches, so you scared of us (Westside!) Ima pull my trigga', and peel yo' cap My money runnin' low and I needs my sack Yo' 6-4 is bumpin' and I needs me a ride Lean to the right lane and then i'll slide Lay yo' ass out on the cold cement Before I dump in that ass ima scream, I said "See ima Ryda!" (Overlap)(Full Clip) Oh see, mu' fuckas like me We don't give a f**k, it's like "what what!?" You wanna come steppin'? then i'll hafta see ya Leave ya open an burnin' like a case of gonnarhea From some old dirty bitch that you was humpin And pumpin like my gauge bitchass, we dumpin'! Stick your mother fuckin' hands up Got to have mine cocked, close your eyes i'm finna dump Commin' out the register wit' all that green and cheddar cheese To bad you seen me, nigga please Move fast, bloody cash on the floor...gotta Make my way to the fuckin' door...gotta Make my way to the hideout Who dunnit? yea they tryin' to find out Now, i'm on the street, wit' my swerves Cops, tryin' to catch cuz' i'm on the swerve But ima clever mother fucker never catch me And if they come my direction they gone' catch these Dumpin'!