| Lyrics: | "They want me dead in Detroit...
they want me dead in St. Louis...
they want me dead up in
Denver...
New York, L.A., they want me dead...
they want me dead on the east
coast...
down south they want me dead...
they want me dead in the Bahamas...
they want
me dead in Lebanon check it"
Wait a minute, ho'd up
Don't shut my fuckin coffin yet,
I'm still alive
And fulla life, like a beehive
I know you really want to see me drop into
the earth
You wanted that since my birth, but ho'd up partna'
I got to many poker chips,
still gotta cash 'em in
I still be lovin Friday nights I'm flossin, ryda fashion
And mashin,
in a black Navigator baby
100 spoke Dayton Dayday today be payday
This hoe was lookin like
she wanna fyda dick up in her
And i'm the beginner, winner, we fuckin during dinner
To bang
her biscuit out our first time out is nothin new
I fuck her on the plate of food
I'ma rude,
crude, dude
Most players like to take they women wine'n dinin
I serve a bitch a plate of
dick, a bowl of nuts that's it
I gotta lot on this earth to live for and I don't wanna die, fuck
that
I'm tryin' a touch the sky
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Reach into the world, reach
into the sky
I'ma Psychopathic Ryder and I don't wanna die
I'm hittin switches in a
black Escalade truck
I know you must be thinkin' "what the fuck?" but I can
I'm like Bump,
Bump, squeek, Bump, Bump, swing dip
Bump, Bump, swing dip, it's a trip
$16,000 dollar rolex,
I flex
I'm boatin' an Impala, hood is open and i'm scopin
Bitches flaggin' me down, wit'
they tittie nipples
But see it aint that simple, bitches now'll leave you crippled
If I stu |
