Sourmouth — Who's a Ridda lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Who's a Ridda" by Sourmouth.

Lyrics

Who’s a ridda, me im a ridda
Im the driva speed when i
Ride up, ima hide from police
And there siren’s, who got
Beef believe we gone find em
Ok Sourkrauss getting cheese
In the street, a mutherfucken
Slaughterhouse i turn yall
Peeps into meet, I’m so dam
Cold i fucking freeze the beat
You on a dirt road nigga I’m
On easy street, and I’m a rap
Pioneer like Easy-E, and my
Hood has healthcare so we
Bleed the street, i hang for
Self prayer like a Jesus Piece
Smoking tree, weed sticky like
Bee honey, west coast cowboy
I ride in on my high horse
West coast black boy, smoking
A Newport, ayo stop the game
Blow the whistle like Too Short
I raise the crime rate like
We was in New york, i hustle
Like full court to eat at the
Food court, clean as a new
Store, sharper than 2 swords
Hard as a board or a fucking
War lord, i kill when i record
My studio is a morgue
Who’s a ridda, me im a ridda
Im the driva speed when i
Ride up, ima hide from police
And there siren’s, who got
Beef believe we gone find em
The goons on the prowl
They came out to hound
Em, treat em like cattle
Get the rope and round him
I also got those tools
You can call me Tim Allen
And i can flow all day, I’m
A water fountain, i got a
Couple thousand but that
Ain’t shit, i want a
Mother fucking mountain
Like Everest, i put your girl
To sleep, my dick is a
Sedative, call her a soccer
Player how she always
Headin me shit, ayo quite
With hella energy call my
A hybrid, and i used to box
So i got a licensed fist, i
Light you up, like i was
Electric, officially running
Shit like i was elected, i eat
One MC for lunch one for
Breakfast, erasing nigga’s
Easy like shaking up etch
A sketches, i do everything
Big, i came from Texas
Don’t test us or get served
Quike like Net Flicks
Who’s a ridda, me im a ridda
Im the driva speed when i
Ride up, ima hide from police
And there siren’s, who got
Beef believe we gone find em