My Ryder

Yuh tell mi seh yuh feeling a gangsta (Yeah)  And yuh wanna do road inna fast car (haaah) I know you love my company But would you go conch for me If di bwoy dem come for me Would you lie to di judge for me Baby you are My ryder  My ride or die My ryder My ride or die  My ryder My ride or die  My ryder My ride or die. You know how my tings pattern up Tuggy tuggy brown skin ting I like to back it up Through di jail she had me Even though I know she had enough  If you know me then you know Growing up I had it tuff Going through one bagga war I had to mash it up   When I rise di matic up Always tell mi pattern up And she always use tell me When man use chat her up Never use to cover her head But now she wrapping up She a ride or die so am I So we planning stuff No more cell block visit times Or my hand in cuffs    Use to shell blocks Whipping white Wid da wam on us  Never fell off I’m living life But still slam it off And I’m a tug So I stand on my own two  But every tug needs a gyal to go home to And I aint talking bout cooking up di Yay But she a good cook and I be eating off the soul food Yuh tell mi seh yuh feeling a gangsta (Yeah)  And yuh wanna do road inna fast car (haaah) I know you love my company But would you go conch for me If di bwoy dem come for me Would you lie to di judge for me Baby you are My ryder  My ride or die My ryder My ride or die  My ryder My ride or die  My ryder My ride or die. Yuh keep telling mi yuh into mi  (Haah) You woulda do anything for mi You a mi ride or die would you kill for mi Before yuh guh sleep a night do you think of mi Girl if mi drop a pen wid di lifers And write you a love letter would you write back  Would you hold mi down Till I’m right back Or would you side track wid a body like dat Girl when yuh make love to me Mi love when yuh come for me (Yeah) Big bumpa and yuh so pretty Sidung pan it and bounce for me (Ahh)  Baby you a freak at random yuh sup’m clean suh mi nuh need nuh condom  Just whine up yuh body you a bad gyal Yuh got a real g bussing like a magnum Yuh tell mi seh yuh feeling a gangsta (Yeah)  And yuh wanna do road inna fast car (haaah) I know you love my company But would you go conch for me If di bwoy dem come for me Would you lie to di judge for me Baby you are My ryder  My ride or die My ryder My ride or die  My ryder My ride or die  My ryder My ride or die.