[Intro: Sweet Daddy Coconut]
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 to 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!"

[Verse 1: Foe Foe]
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

[Verse 2: Yung Dirt]
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 my 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
[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 3: Cell Block]
Ever since a young buck, never hesitate to put 'em up
Tossin' signs, wavin' the colors, that's what's up
Only fuck with Tonka trucks 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

[Verse 4: Full Clip]
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
[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 5: Lil' Shank]
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

[Verse 6: Bullet]
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
[Chorus]
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)

[Outro: Sweet Daddy Coconut]
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!