[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
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
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