This is a song you sit back and smoke to. Some shit you remember people by. The kind of song you listen to when your in a calm sense of mind. Produced by Young Prof. One love to J-Roc doin his bid. Stay up.
Some real mothafuckas out of KY spittin' some real shit. Recognize Realness.
La Cosa Nostra. LAT's Finest
Repesentin' KY to the fullest.
This family right here is as real as it gets.
Life long friends and family in this click.
Recognize Realness
Story behind the song
This is a song you sit back and smoke to. Some shit you remember people by. The kind of song you listen to when your in a calm sense of mind. One love to J-Roc doin his bid. Stay up.
Lyrics
Ride 4 Mine BY LA COSA NOSTRA
(YOUNG PROF & GEM)
PRODUCED BY YOUNG PROF of HUGHES PRODUCTIONS
(Gem)
V1) Im gonna ride 4 my homeys
I'll do time 4 my homeys,
bust a 9 for my homeys
ride or die fuck the phoneys.
See i'm here when you shed a tear
dawg i got ya back,
pushin life to the max
duckin cops packin gats damn.
To think about it
half my homeys locked up or rocked up,
or fallin to the streets
just another ghetto product.
See the street fame
can only go so far,
my whole family fool of atticks
in my life as a ghetto star.
(Young Prof)
Now I lay me down to sleep
what will i live to see,
role the gar up quick
hopen it'll drownd all my sorrows.
All the homeys can relate
fuck the phoneys they fake,
whatch ya back for crooked cops
cops, serpants, and snakes.
Can i rise up out the hood?
What the fuck does it take?
Five 0 is like my problems
they both hard to shake.
Smokin blunts to the roaches
help maintain my focus,
down to die 4 mine
ride 4 mine
feelin so hopeless, hopeless.
(Gem)
C) (2x) 1, 2, 3 gone ride for mine
ride for mine
ride for mine.
(I got) 1, 2, 3 homeys by my side
by my side
by my side.
(Gem)
V2) Im gonna ride 4 my homeys
I'll do time 4 my homeys,
bust a 9 for my homeys
ride or die fuck the phoneys.
See i'm here when you shed a tear
dawg i got ya back,
pushin life to the max
duckin cops packin gats damn.
To think about it
half my homeys locked up or rocked up,
or fallin to the streets
just another ghetto product.
See the street fame
can only go so far,
my whole family fool of atticks
in my life as a ghetto star.
(Young Prof)
Now I lay me down to sleep
what will i live to see,
role the gar up quick
hopen it'll drownd all my sorrows.
All the homeys can relate
fuck the phoneys they fake,
whatch ya back for crooked cops
cops, serpants, and snakes.
Can i rise up out the hood?
What the fuck does it take?
Five 0 is like my problems
they both hard to shake.
Smokin blunts to the roaches
help maintain my focus,
down to die 4 mine
ride 4 mine
feelin so hopeless, hopeless.
(Gem)
C) (4x) 1, 2, 3 gone ride for mine
ride for mine
ride for mine.
(I got) 1, 2, 3 homeys by my side
by my side
by my side.
