All the gangsters out that third stop That mutherfuckin' bullshit don't you Know you dissin' a U. N. L. V. theme bitch Cash Money productions comin' at you Comin' later on the Eddie Bow part 2 First I got two bags of weed it's not That easy to lie again here I go again With another dance I call the Hike Pucker up with your thumbs In with your back Turn your rzights to left If you get dizzy don't look back
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys Packed and scope a nigga named Mike I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) (2x)
First Verse {Yella Boy)
Yes I still got my fuckin' bike and I'm on a hot ten I lost my fuckin' self because I was drinkin' that juice and gin I got my bike build back up I'm doin' a Billie five If it wasn't for my helmet yeah I wouldn't be alive I had a powder hot girlie the bitches kicked in I lost control of my fuckin' bike then I thought this was the end I flipped over the front on the ground I'm on my soccer bike I have to control myself I thank the Lord I'm still alive Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys Packed and scope a nigga named Mike I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) (2x)
Second Verse: {Yella Boy
Just proven a point to myself believe no lessons Will be learned because I got my bike fixed Still smokin' major joints I call one of my hoes Because I'm ready to serve somethin' Let her rent it for the night go to wasteland that's nothin' So I'm headed cross the river decided to catch this fuckin' ferry There's this freaky bitch plus she gay but she not scary This bitch I'm talkin' about she had the gift she wouldn't stop I had to make it back to her house to make her scream and shout I'm comin' real hard but I'm a man and still in charge (where you at) On Manhattan Vapor I'm full of that fuckin' weed thinkin' about her On her knees not only for my keys but for her keys I took a shout from on over because I ran a red light Once again I'm in that world with that weed on my bike Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys Packed and scope a nigga named Mike I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) (2x)
Third Verse: {Yella Boy
Now the year is 94 I got a chance to ride a polo I'm bout to get that bitch fixed up and make in gangster on you hoes I took a ride to the Eagle scope another bitch how ever Four in the mornin' I got breakfast at eleven I'm chillin' real solo gettin' full of that grits and cheese I hope this hoe don't burn me because I'm not bout no damn desiese I jetted down Chef try to get to Donald Five she rode behind the wheel I hit the gear and broke my tire's pump up in my hand Look for me if you dare i pop my fuckin' trunk Somebody stole my damn spare The law didn't catch him he was smooth like a cat The nine would have popped him a left him lyin' on his back Pussy come Pussy go I got to learn to leave it That's what I get for always try'na be greedy Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys Packed and scope a nigga named Mike I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) (2x)
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Copy to Clipboard: All the gangsters out that third stop That mutherfuckin' bullshit don't you Know you dissin' a U. N. L. V. theme bitch Cash Money productions comin' at you Comin' later on the Eddie Bow part 2 First I got two bags of weed it's not That easy to lie again here I go again With another dance I call the Hike Pucker up with your thumbs In with your back Turn your rzights to left If you get dizzy don't look back
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys Packed and scope a nigga named Mike I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) (2x)
First Verse {Yella Boy)
Yes I still got my fuckin' bike and I'm on a hot ten I lost my fuckin' self because I was drinkin' that juice and gin I got my bike build back up I'm doin' a Billie five If it wasn't for my helmet yeah I wouldn't be alive I had a powder hot girlie the bitches kicked in I lost control of my fuckin' bike then I thought this was the end I flipped over the front on the ground I'm on my soccer bike I have to control myself I thank the Lord I'm still alive Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys Packed and scope a nigga named Mike I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) (2x)
Second Verse: {Yella Boy
Just proven a point to myself believe no lessons Will be learned because I got my bike fixed Still smokin' major joints I call one of my hoes Because I'm ready to serve somethin' Let her rent it for the night go to wasteland that's nothin' So I'm headed cross the river decided to catch this fuckin' ferry There's this freaky bitch plus she gay but she not scary This bitch I'm talkin' about she had the gift she wouldn't stop I had to make it back to her house to make her scream and shout I'm comin' real hard but I'm a man and still in charge (where you at) On Manhattan Vapor I'm full of that fuckin' weed thinkin' about her On her knees not only for my keys but for her keys I took a shout from on over because I ran a red light Once again I'm in that world with that weed on my bike Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys Packed and scope a nigga named Mike I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) (2x)
Third Verse: {Yella Boy
Now the year is 94 I got a chance to ride a polo I'm bout to get that bitch fixed up and make in gangster on you hoes I took a ride to the Eagle scope another bitch how ever Four in the mornin' I got breakfast at eleven I'm chillin' real solo gettin' full of that grits and cheese I hope this hoe don't burn me because I'm not bout no damn desiese I jetted down Chef try to get to Donald Five she rode behind the wheel I hit the gear and broke my tire's pump up in my hand Look for me if you dare i pop my fuckin' trunk Somebody stole my damn spare The law didn't catch him he was smooth like a cat The nine would have popped him a left him lyin' on his back Pussy come Pussy go I got to learn to leave it That's what I get for always try'na be greedy Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys Packed and scope a nigga named Mike I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) (2x)
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