Lyrics Ride 2 da end Insane Clown Posse

Ride 2 da end

I'ma thug

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 2 da end (end)

Ball till I fall (fall)

I'm on the hunt for tha papa

Gimme s'more

I gotta get mine (hey)

All about the currency (yea)

And let my thugs and mutha fuckin' rydas represent me (woop woop)

And ya betta blaze the weed

And pass that shit to me

And I'ma cock da gat

And hold it down for my family

We worldwide

Leaving ya hatin' bitches

On the curbside

Bleeding and needin' stiches

Bitches ya got ya mouth wide open

On the wed and all your hatin' and roastin

Gonna keep me braggin' and boastin'

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 rollin'

Money follin'

In an Escalade with twinkies and it's

Probably stolen

Crack my Newports, open

And I'm smokin' for a lickin'

If you got it

And I want it

Then you hittin'

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 wit me?

We runnin wit da Rydas

Till the E-N-D

And I'ma

Chorus

(Yayeah)

Hit the east side

Intended to get groovy

Cruisin down the Ave.

Lookin' for titties and booties

Guerellis grippin' twinkies

See me sparklin' and shinin'

I'm like a diamond

As I continue glidin'

The ass drops down

As I hit the switch again

Heads startin' turnin'

Cuz they see that Shank is perfen

And swervin'

Pimpin

Please understand that if these niggas act up

They get ta leavin' 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 eatin' steak and shrimp while you bitches splitten happy meals

Don't get your cat peeled

Actin' 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

L'il Shank Mutha fucka, 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?

Tryin' 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