Bikes

Uh, Ow Give it to me now Come on give it to me now Gettin' it and flippin' it the syndicate is rippin' it If you don't know then you really must be trippin' kid Dropped out of the race when You really should have finished it Competition's healthy You're a little bit effeminate It's all good though you be you Arab be Arab and Jew be Jew I'm all about the love Ma, coochie coo Holla quick, snap pop dollar wouptie woup You probably saw me on a bicycle Doin' more than thirty miles an hour Mad power, heavy showers That's how I get down Put the red and white plugs in the side man That's how you get sound Classical music, that's how I wake up Pergolesi's never stressin' me and Bach straight up I rock cycling shoes Seems to me like these labels be recycling dudes Weavin' through traffic, runnin' red lights Headphones on, sippin' Red Stripe I found true freedom I was riding my bike Riding my bike, riding my bike Weavin' through traffic, runnin' red lights Headphones on, sippin' Red Stripe I found true freedom I was riding my bike Riding my bike, riding my bike And it can't be stopped by a cop Or pulled over on the shoulder And if I did see the beast I'd pop quick up a one way street The wrong way Past drivers coming home From a long day the song play The lights flash But swine will never touch my cash And you know bikes ain't got tags So I can be John Doe And he can be too slow Makin' excuses to the captain How he couldn't get no traction Mom taught me how to ride Time taught me how to ride even better In any weather Now it's natural Fill the bottle cage with Sprite or peach Snapple Ride from Philly to the Big Apple Mashin' and thrashin' I'm gettin' cash and I passionate Blastin' the hills for thrills Building elaborate skills at will Shimano flight deck and a light set Of twenty seven inch clinchers Quick release, no wrenches Matter fact man What's up man When you gonna get your ride Uh I don't, I'm not I saw you waitin' at the bus stop I almost cried Ha, y-you know man Stop givin' Septa all that money You know man, I, I Get your wings man, get your wings I'ma get it yo You can thank me later I'ma get a bike Aight, Peace I gotta catch this bus Weavin' through traffic, runnin' red lights Headphones on, sippin' Red Stripe I found true freedom I was riding my bike Riding my bike, riding my bike Weavin' through traffic, runnin' red lights Headphones on, sippin' Red Stripe I found true freedom I was riding my bike Riding my bike, riding my bike Final Sprint out of the saddle last battle Get past the group they ride just like cattle Feel your heart race, race to first place Let yourself fly when they give that chase B-I-C-Y-C-L-E B, I see why I can see So much beauty in the streets Click click clack when I wear my cleats In the summer time they couldn't bear that heat It's all good, you're so sweet That's how the school girls used to speak Dot dot dot, beep beep beep I can ride and ride for miles With style and prove my groove Is tuned into to the source The course for sport is short So we all have our smiles! Yea, we smilin' baby Mmhmm hmm Bikes