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Ghetto Fantasies Lyrics - Singles - Psychopathic Rydas

Seem like...seem like you're always tryin' to get to a 

certain point, know what I'm sayin'? Once you get 

there, it ain't what you thought it was. So even the 

realest mothafucka...mufuckas that seem like they got 

it made, they got fantasies. There's no end to a 

fantasy. Once you reach your fantasy, you got five 

more fantasies. That's real. Come on with it, Foe 

Foe. 

 

It's all about the money, hoes, and gats 

And hangin' with my Rydas smokin' bag after bag after 

bag, whut!? 

Cadillac 

Bitch, we full-fledgin' 

Raised up in the hood like a legend 

Always contendin' 

'Cause the top is where I'm headin' 

Top of the world, I got the Rydas in diamonds, it's 

all imbedded 

I'm smokin' an ounce another mission, keepin' you hoes 

On your toes 

Foe Foe's about to blow, plow!!! 

Give it to me, I want it all for me I'm greedy 

Fulfillin' my ghetto fantasty, so fuck the needy 

 

I was born in the ghetto where all my folks stay 

Dreams of black trucks with bumps and pushin' weight 

Livin' like a superstar 

Hookin' up with mail fraud 

Gettin' em' high and runnin' it for new cars 

When I grew up, I wasn't worth a dime 

Cribs with no lights, where I spent my time 

Wasn't 'nough time 

Steady high 

Out for one time 

Writin' rhymes 

Blowin' mine 

Pullin' nines 

On a sucka 

'Cause I was a broke mothafucka 

Till I got with the Rydas, started sportin' black 

trucks... 

 

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore 

Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life 

Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, 

y'all 

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore 

Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life 

Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, 

y'all 

 

I make my ghetto fantasies into realities 

Paid ass Rydas with ghetto mentalities 

Growin' up without shit, no skrilla 

>From crack houses to mansions in the hills 

And a big black truck with the bump in my driveway 

Back in the days when Clip didn't have it that way 

Turn around on my shit, I'ma have to see a wig and 

pull it 

All my fantasies came true now, holler at Bullet 

 

Ryder trucks, I wanna buy one of them 

Just 'cause it says Ryder on the side of em' 

I want a fleet of trucks 

To carry all my bucks 

And fuck mudducks 

I'm wearin' tux 

Like Chucks 

'Cause this sucks 

I eat so much Ramen pride, I'm startin' to think it's 

my name 

"Waddup Ramen!!" Hi! 

I'm gettin' by on powdered milk and a can of cheese 

But the best thing in my life is free 

My fantasies 

 

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore 

Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life 

Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, 

y'all 

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore 

Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life 

Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, 

y'all 

 

Well basically 

My ghetto fantasy 

Has gotta be a way to get me and my people out of this 

society 

I'm tryin' G 

But you ain't helpin' me 

By battling me 

And askin' me 

How tough me and the Rydas be 

We need to get it together before we fall apart 

So gimme all yo' shit, my gat is aimed straight at 

your heart 

But I'm ruthless and I gotta get what's mine 

And I'm breakin' fools off in the drive-thru line, 

whut? 

 

My ghetto fantasy's to roll with a million Gs 

Rydas like me 

Ready to die like me 

Blazin' pounds of weed 

Till my fuckin' eyes bleed 

Monage a 'tois like a mufuckas what we need 

And we be them thugs rydin' 

Prepared to bust, Psychopathic Rydas 

Have the pigs scared of us 

And if they ever kills us 

Then our souls will remain 

Dwellin' in they brain 

Till they feel my fuckin' pain 

And that's real y'all 

 

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore 

Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life 

Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, 

y'all 

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore 

Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life 

Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, 

y'all 

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore 

No, no, noooo....no, no, noooo.... 

Are you remember?




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Artist: Aphex Twin