Released on August 7, 2007

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[Intro: Full Clip & Yung Dirt]

Rydas!

Doin' the bandana song!

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red

We take all these motherfuckers down!

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red

We get all this shit done in one sweep!

Yeah!

Yo!


[Verse 1: Lil' Shank]

Ay, ay man, what set you claim?

I'm a locced-out Ryda, I ain't new to the game

Got a blue bandana 'round my neck like a chain (What?)

Always stay strapped always ready to bang

Got the whole interior of my ride in gang rags

I got the windows rolled down, when I'm posted, I'm slangin' bags (Let me get one of them [?])

So everybody know where I'm at

Bandana on my face, one tied around the gat


[Verse 2: Full Clip]

Bandana on my face to conceal my identity (Who that?)

And at the waist band to show my affinity (Whoop whoop!)

Rydas! Young loccsta

And a dirty-ass mitten grippin' tight to my holster

My favorite rag, lemme tell you what I do with this

Strictly for wipin' off them fingerprints

'Cause I squeeze and AK gon' spray

Anybody who stay gonna leave a D.O.A

[Chorus: Yung Dirt, Cell Block, Rydas, Bullet]

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red

Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead

Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on

Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red

Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead

Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on

Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome


[Verse 3: Yung Dirt]

Red, black, blue, green, it don't really matter (Hell no)

When I step up out the crib, I be wearin' a bandana ([?])

One tied around my head, one hangin' out my pocket

It's an automatic death sentence if you fuckin' drop it

Don't get fucked up, comin' fuckin' with a thug rag

End up toe tagged, loaded in a body bag (Yeah!)

This real shit, G's die for these squares

Come disrespect my colors, find your ass in the crosshairs


[Verse 4: Cell Block]

I wear the bandana on my face like the Lone Ranger (Lone rangers)

But we different 'cause I kill a perfect stranger (Uh!)

Fuck with the kid, best believe I'll make you famous

The stainless steel sure to leave you where ya layin'

Bandana coverin' the handle of the weapon

With every color, some motherfuckers stop guessin'

Throwin' signs, I rock the red, blue, black, white, and gray

Wrapped up tightly so you'll never see my face

[Chorus: Yung Dirt, Cell Block, Rydas, Bullet]

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red

Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead

Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on

Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red

Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead

Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on

Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome


[Verse 5: Bullet]

Bandanas, big gun blast and black trucks

Snatch gold, robbery murder to stack ducks

No Michigan state ID can find me

Flags hang out under loccs where I be

Pattered, scattered, leave you beaten and battered

Blow holes in your clothes and leave your bones shattered

I'm Bullet, bitch, and I'm a motherfuckin' Ryda

Laced up in bandanas wrapped up inside 'em


[Verse 6: Foe Foe]

I bust shots in the middle of a hot club

And then I stand there, drunk as fuck

You won't believe what kind of shit this is

Bandanas all tucked, no witnesses

Fuck a [?], let your chain hang low

Quick to bust back and leave a hole in your Kangol

Walk over and relieve him of his bankroll

And leave a bandana on his motherfuckin' face, ho!

[Chorus: Yung Dirt, Cell Block, Rydas, Bullet]

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red

Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead

Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on

Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome

Some blue, some black, some gray, some red

Rydas rock rags 'til they day that they dead

Bandanas! Blowin' in the breeze come on

Bandanas! Hangin' out the side of the chrome