Psychopathic Rydas - Born 2 Ride lyrics

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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 don't? "

And he said to me...

"son, one day you'll grow up to be fuzzy like the rest of us coconuts."

And I said "daddy I don't necesarilly wanna be fuzzy, I wanna ride... like the mutha fukin rydas mutha phucka! "

On the day I was born, I got slapped on the ass

I pulled a .44 and chopped that fuckin 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 I'm so far gone

I keep that licorice with me your candys mine homes

My whole life I've been bred for the game

Baggin dames, slang, keg, an always ride with tha thang

Comin up younge 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, that's 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 daddy's eye

Kicked up out my mommas ass, young dirt was born to ride

On these every damn streets.

On these every damn beats.

Is there a chain on my neck.

I put the whole game in check.

This damn money that's mine.

Every dime, every time.

Born to ride.

Ever since a young buck never hesitate to put em up

Tossin signs, wavin the colors, dats what's up

Only fuck with talk and trust and crack a muthaphuckas head if he refuse to hear me when I say I'm ridin till I'm dead

I was born to be the one that your cusin wanna imitate,

Momma wanna fuck, and yo sister wanna date.

Don't hate muthafucka you know I was born to ride

Switches on dat black truck hittin side to side

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 ain't scared a little time, it's just time

Especially when it involves for gettin down for my grime

It's all I do Bitch, it's all I was born to do.

Ride or die give me more crews to run through

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 ain't gonna pull the trigga so I fuck 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.

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 I'm gone and buried

Rydas chase cheese, dat we faced with a disease

Store manager on his knees... my trigger squeezed

A hooligan, fuck school it's ride or die on the grind

Till this day ain't shit changed my mind

See basically

The moral of the story is you can't be tought how to ride baby

It's like hazel eyes either you was born with it or you wasn't

Look at that jaguar out there in the parkin lot

Got them 32 inch rims on em

Baby I was born with them, I didn't aquire them

I was born to ride

Yeah pass me dat dro muthaphucker