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York! Lightning!
Not once but twice.

Accidental hike in the transit strike
Roller skate or ride a bike
Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge
You won't
York! Lightning!
Not once but twice.

Accidental hike in the transit strike
Roller skate or ride a bike
Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge
You won't
love with these spinning wheels
Since I was maybe three
My bicycle and me.

Pedal that bike, pedal that bike
Don't open that door 'til I go by
they can't take it, slow down the harbor
Go get the car keys, play the blues
Set, new wave,
Set, three four,
Set, one two, three four
She's waking
they can't take it, slow down the harbor
Go get the car keys, play the blues
Set, new wave,
Set, three four,
Set, one two, three four
She's waking
She had 13 kids, each one had 13 problems
Three uppers, ten downers, just to put up with this
And she don't know which children belong to which
where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
trying to eat right
Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes
So they can keep sweet Nike's they head and they feet right
Desires of streetlife cars
climbing the walls
Cars start and feet walk the halls
The world awakes and now I'm saved
At least by the light of day
At least by the light of day
and gagged by a pair of panties, he got his arm loose
I untied him, got him to his feet
He tried to speak Cantonese (I don’t understand all that shit, man
clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don’t roll
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by
right
Riding no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right
Desires of street life, cars and weed
right
Riding no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right
Desires of street life, cars and weed
drops it so mean
That lets us go get us a team of flat screens
Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
When I drop this hot shit, I'm gonna cop three plus
plugs
And prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
All of his mates are doing time:
Married with three kids up by
he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold
tears in their eyes
Neither one could speak
Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything

Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch
With Cool Ring tones
On The 3rd Came A Cool New Bag
Courtesy Of My Mom And My Dad
The Forth Was Tight Got A Cool New Bike
Its Crazy Like 24 Speeds
The Track Again At Christmas Time
The 3 Wheeler Bike And The Stroller
Are Racing By The Snow Cone Display
The Kiddy Cars And The Gokarts Are Only Giving
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that s*** out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' f*** a Hot Boy
the rovers roll up wit ribbons
I seen them repo'd, resold then redriven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot I'm hot
And when your feet
nicely
I wrecked my car, I ride my bike
But some asshole came and stole my seat
He didn't give a damn about my life
So now I only travel by my feet
right
Riding no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right
Desires of street life, cars and weed
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line

And some of them own little sports cars