Psychopathic Rydas - Born 2 Ride lyrics

[Psychopathic Rydas - Born 2 Ride lyrics]

You know, when I was little, I used to
Look to my father and say, "Hey Daddy
How come them other coconuts got fuzz
On them and I don't?"
And he said to me, "Son
One day you'll grow up and be fuzzy
Like the rest of them coconuts"
And I said, "Daddy, I don't
Necessarily want to be fuzzy, i wanna ride!
Like the motherfuckin' Rydas, motherfucker!"

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 ski
Mask when I turned eleven
On my twelfth birthday, I got that AK-47
Now heaven is a mystery to me
But I'm so far gone
I keep that licorice with
Me, your candy's mine, homes
My whole life, I've been bred for the game
Baggin' dames, slang 'caine
And always ride with the thang

Comin' up young, always knew I'd be a crook
Straight up off the streets
That white powder, learned to cook
Was eleven years old when I
Sold my first slab
Thirteen, nasty me hustled right
Up into rehab
They let me out, teenagers gotta get paid
Bought my first pistol
Killed me first man the same day
Was born to die before the
Twinkle in my daddy's eye
Kicked up out my mama's ass
Yung Dirt was born to ride

On these heavy damn streets
(I was born to ride)
On these heavy damn beats
(I was born to ride)
This damn chain on my neck
(I was born to ride)
I put the whole game in check
(I was born to ride)
This damn money, that's mine
(I was born to ride)
Every dime, every time (I was born to ride)
Born to ride, born to ride
(I was born to ride, I was born to ride)

Ever since a young buck
Never hesitate to put 'em up
Tossin' signs, wavin' the colors
That's what's up
Only fuck with talk and trust
And crack a motherfucker head
If he refuse to hear me when I
Say "I'm ridin' 'til I'm dead!"
I was born to be the one
That your cousin wanna emulate
Mama wanna fuck, and your sister wanna date
Don't hate, motherfucker
She know I was born to ride
Switches on that black truck
Hittin' side to side

Sideways swerving (yeah) , gas pedal masher
Ideas of gettin' money spreadin' through
My like some cancer
Raised no good for society
But number one in the streets
I feel me and mine in trouble
I pull the heat
I ain't scared of little time, it's just time
Especially when it involves for gettin'
Down for my grind it's all I do, bitch
It's all I was born to do ride or die
Give me more crews to run through

On these heavy damn streets
(I was born to ride)
On these heavy damn beats
(I was born to ride)
This damn chain on my neck
(I was born to ride)
I put the whole game in check
(I was born to ride)
This damn money, that's mine
(I was born to ride)
Every dime, every time (I was born to ride)
Born to ride, born to ride
(I was born to ride, I was born to ride)

Born to ride, ready to die, ask somebody
Loke passin' heat out in the street
And when I smell 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
With anger to pull the trigger
So don't fuck around with Shank
'cause a Ryda's a real killer
This Glock is a real skrilla
Underground in the streets
Straight jackin' for them candy
Whips and fat-ass beats

I was born for shootouts and
Scootin' in a hurry
Blood on my windshield, smearin' and blurry
My mama was born to worry
Wronged by the jury i was born to be a Ryda
'til I'm gone and buried
Rydas chase cheese like 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
And to this day, ain't shit changed my mind

On these heavy damn streets
(I was born to ride)
On these heavy damn beats
(I was born to ride)
This damn chain on my neck
(I was born to ride)
I put the whole game in check
(I was born to ride)
This damn money, that's mine
(I was born to ride)
Every dime, every time (I was born to ride)
Born to ride, born to ride
(I was born to ride, I was born to ride)

See, basically the moral of the story is you
Can't be taught 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 parking lot
Got them 32-inch rims on it
Baby, I was born with them
I didn't acquire them i was born to ride!
Yeah, pass me that dro, motherfucker!

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