Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born 2 Ride, artist - Mr. Groove. Date of issue: 09.07.2012
Song language: English
Born 2 Ride |
| Ha ha |
| Guess who’s back motherfuckers… like I never left (ha ha ha) |
| Groove The Big Boss in this bitch |
| Everything that I tuch turns to gold… let's go |
| Verse one: |
| I put the fire in the hole spit and then reload |
| Ready to impose flush the shit down the commode |
| Swinging bolos it’s a K. O got my foot up in they A-Hole to the knee |
| Constantly I’m rambunctious fly your head like Kennedy (pow) |
| Peering out the blinds holdin' carbine heat |
| If you niggas come for me you get the death blow I swing |
| Pistols singing harmonies dualy they are finely tuned |
| And I got the muzzles if I want to mute the volume |
| Rain down like a typhoon I’m a tycoon |
| I’m the master, I’m the Haku, I’m the Sifu |
| I’m the Big Boss none are equal you are not on my plane |
| Our zone is not the same this is my lane |
| I give you my word, give you my balls |
| Give you power in 48 laws |
| Calculated when I cause the applause, stop the ventilation |
| Poppin clips like bubbly its a celebration bitches |
| Hook: |
| Got all eyes on me cuhz I roam free |
| I drive high speed no stoppin |
| No pause in he no lie tattooed tears |
| Fall from my eyes I was born 2 ride |
| Got all eyes on me cuhz I roam free |
| I drive high speed no stoppin |
| No pause in he no lie tattooed tears |
| Fall from my eyes I was born 2 ride |
| Verse two: |
| When I enter I leave exit wounds in the center of your best defender |
| I am a strike force member |
| Pullin strings like puppetry mastermind the fuckery |
| Viral like simplex two you catch it then your stuck with me |
| Nigga I am utterly sick I’m chronically ill |
| Precise with the skill with I gets lingual (termin-ill) |
| Man of steel holding steel |
| Hold my position in the paint just like a young Shaquille (you can’t move me) |
| I’m radical with it I am a menace |
| The mics a paddle in my mitts I whoop ass in four minute increments |
| Body every instrument presented leave the speakers dented |
| Murk the track you should pray in remembrance |
| Pray for forgiveness, pray when I’m finished |
| That I’ll allow you to continue to exist in this business |
| Pray when the riches divide you are not on the outside looking in |
| The end shall begin |
| (Hook) |
| Verse three: |
| I turn the beef toxic so you don’t wanna brolic |
| The booth I hot box it I am the hot topic |
| Iconic with the Ebonics and in the mafia’s war |
| I’m with the hit team flaming the fours |
| Spit fluently the rest of you niggas is truant |
| Mesmerized by the grace of the groovement |
| Low and behold I do it like no other so it was told |
| That the world would overdose when my dope was exposed (unh) |
| I hold the royal flush it’s best that you fold |
| Only a fool would call me bluff knowing my pistols explode |
| Vivid are the visuals that are designed by my criminal mind |
| You other niggas lack the skill its like the blind leading the blind |
| I watch the time pass through the hour glass |
| And the light wither into darkness |
| Fuck the city up with the obligatory clap |
| Turn ashes into dust trust there’s no coming back from that |
| (hook) |
| Outro: |
| Yeah, now you mother fuckers know what I was gonna do to this |
| Mr. Groove on a Gold track |
| Yo cuhz! |
| I told you what I was gonna do! |
| These mother fuckers ain’t ready |
| BOSS MUZIK |