You know when I was little
I used to look at my father and say…
ey daddy, how come those other coconuts got fuzz on em and I dont?
And he said to me…
son, one day youll grow up to be fuzzy like the rest of us coconuts.
And I said daddy I dont necesarilly wanna be fuzzy, I wanna ride… like the mutha fukin rydas mutha phucka!
Foe Foe
On the day I was born, I got slapped on the ass
I pulled a .44 and chopped that fckin doctor in half.
And I got a little skii mask when I turned 11
On my 12 birthday I got dat ak-47
Now heaven is a mystery to me but Im so far gone
I keep that licorice with me your candys mine homes
My whole life Ive been bred for the game
Baggin dames, slang, keg, an always ride with tha thang
Yung Dirt
Comin up young always new id be a crook,
Straight up off the aper streets that white powder learned to cook
Was 11 years old when I sold my first slab
13, thats to me, hustled right up into rehab,
They let me out, teenagers gotta get paid
Bought my first pistol killed my first man the same day
Was born to die before the twinkle in my daddys eye
Kicked up out my mommas ass, Yung Dirt was born to ride
On these every damn streets.
On these every damn beats.
There stay a chain on my neck.
I put the whole game in check.
This damn money thats mine.
Every dime, every time.
Born to ride.
Cell Block
Ever since a young buck never hesitate to put em up
Tossin signs, wavin the colors, dats whats up
Only fck with tonka trucks to crack a muthaphuckas head if he refuse to hear me when I say Im ridin till Im dead
I was born to be the one that your cusin wanna imitate,
Momma wanna fck, and yo sister wanna date.
Dont hate muthafcka you know I was born to ride
Switches on dat black truck hittin side to side
Full Clip
Sideways swervin, gas peddle masha
I dizzy gettin money spreadin through me like some cancer
Wraiths no good for society but numba one in the streets
I feel me an mine in trouble, I pull da heat.
I aint scared a little time, its just time
Especially when it involves for gettin down for my grime
Its all I do Bitch, its all I was born to do.
Ride or die give me more crews to run through
Lil Shank
Born to ride, ready to die, if somebody low
Passin heat out in the street, and when I smell the gun smoke, it kinda take me back to when I was younger watchin the police shootin at my pops and my brother
I got a gat when I was bigger but aint gonna pull the trigga so I fck around with shit cause a rydas a real killa!
Dis glock is a real strilla, underground in the street
Straight jackets with tha candy whips and badass beats.
Bullet
I was born for shootouts and scootin in a hurry
Blood on my winshield, smearin an blurry my momma was born to worry
Wrong by da jury
I was born to be a ryda till Im gone and buried
Rydas chase cheese, dat we faced with a disease
Store manager on his knees… my trigger squeezed
A hooligan, fck school its ride or die on the grind
Till this day aint shit changed my mind
See basically
The moral of the story is you cant be tought how to ride baby
Its like hazel eyes either you was born with it or you wasnt
Look at that jaguar out there in the parkin lot
Got them 32 inch rims on em
Baby I was born with them, I didnt aquire them
I was born to ride
Yeah pass me dat dro muthaphucker