Four wheels and a board? skate!
s no escape There's no eat no drink cant take a break No seat to sit down you gotta stand up The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff Your in a
cut off We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game in a 4-door Range With a Rose gold chain wrapped
up there can you fool yourself? I am the aged jester who won't gracefully retire A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire Yesterday's a
' right; in the year of the Troglodyte Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin
's get married in a big cathedral by a priest coz if i'm the man you love the most you can say i do at least And its 4 5 6 7 grab your umbrella
me at the Rose Bowl game, In a 4-door range, With a Rose gold chain, Wrapped around my neck, Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon, With my arm out
friend jimmy Who never could behave He bought a gator skateboard With the money that he saved He rode that 4 wheeled sufrin' board around Till he was old enough to shave Then it was replaced by a
Always on the grind, always down to ride Bump bump kick till the wheels fall off Nothin' on my mind, skatin' till I die Bump bump kick till the wheels
phantoms, sweet wheels Back see like a club make them bitches eat pills Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glock Jay Electronica, this a dome
(4x) (VERSE 2) L dot smith tell me how it feel, ay you see the pedal an the wheel ride L bike no training wheels,nah not time for a cavity search been a
my mind I found shelter In some thoughts turning wheels around I said 39 times that I love you to the beauty I had found Well its 1 2 3 4 take the elevator
in (Tonight) I feel like giving in, yeah. There?s a chorus of voices below you, There?s a prayer of hope composed in song, In a basement with the lights
In a severe beat persistent, As scarecrows we wait. Civil quarters in Haitian tongue. Fatherless forfeiture, Of blue cerebral lawn. Hollow be your fertility
boards, I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord. Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller, Hand of a hustler I'm all about a dollar. Everybodies a customer
- in the year of the dropper tight Saw a grey mouse rabied poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin
I got one chick, no kids no drama I soak in, music sing soap operas I got four wheels one board globe trotter I got money got God I still got problems