Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down" "Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the f*(k out Neighbors yelling at me like, "You need to slow down" Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me
Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain`t free I do a headstand, the eagle lands on my seat I`m perusing down fourth and they watching me I take her to Pend Oreille and I water skate Sounding like a French pimp from back in the day Whole downtown yelling out "Who that is?" You don`t want no beef, boy Know I run the streets, boy Better follow me towardsĭon`t ever forget girl Ain`t seen nothing yet until you`reĬause I`m too damn quick, I`m too damn slick She has her arms around your waist With a balance that will keep her safe Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air You don`t need an Uber, you don`t need a cab My seat is leather, alright, I`m lying, it`s pleather
I`m so low that my scrotum`s almost dragging up on the concrete I`m stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the Wasabi Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki Snuck her in backstage, you don`t need a wristband I`mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
I`m headed Downtown, cruising through the alleyĭope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheelsĪnd a bad little mama with her ass in my face He said " I got the one for you, follow me"Ĭhromed out mirror, I don`t need a windshieldĮight hundred cash, that`s a hell of a deal Salesman`s like "What up, what`s your budget?"Īnd I`m like "Honestly, I don`t know nothing about mopeds" I went to the moped store, said "f*(k it"
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