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Always on the grind, always down to ride |
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Bump bump kick till the wheels fall off |
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Nothin' on my mind, skatin' till |
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I die Bump bump kick till the wheels fall off |
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Yo, it's going down |
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You about to witness |
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Pound fo' pound |
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Best contenders in the business |
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We lift the globe on our own, defy physics |
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And we keep our sound mo' precious then jail visits |
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Always stay ahead, even if the wheels broke |
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Some HD40 keep us smooth on the rode |
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We done made moves down to the deepest trenches |
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A little kick flip, ollie over lunch benches |
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Chillin' on deck something on the boards |
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Grind to ya black till our ten toes are sore |
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Stars in the makin' so you betta take a flick |
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And if ya down to roll just pump pump kick |
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Now, it's just one of those thangs |
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When ya gotta job and ya ain't got paid |
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Livin' with ya moms and ya ain't got laid |
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Always on the grind (skate, skate) |
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Say it's just one of those thangs |
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When ya gotta job and ya ain't got paid |
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Livin' with ya moms and ya ain't got laid |
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Always down to ride (skate, skate) |
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Ay yo, old school flava with new school kicks |
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Curb hop, hip hop, funk the skate kids |
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Sidewalk swerving, freestyle fellowships |
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Fat lace, finger flip, hang on my grip 'cause |
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I'm crusin' down the street on my skateboard |
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Jockin' the freaks, pimp slappin' you hos |
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Stuck in the lome, 'cause the 5-0s follow me home |
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Ridin' on bones, independent, got me grindin' on poles |
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I'm in the zone, nobody know the way my bearings will roll |
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The rodes of |
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LA got me |
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Curious George |
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My parents is pissed off 'cause |
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I never come home |
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Why don't you clones just leave me alone |
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Now, it's just one of those thangs |
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When ya gotta job and ya ain't got paid |
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Livin' with ya moms and ya ain't got laid |
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Always on the grind (skate, skate) |
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Say it's just one of those thangs |
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When ya gotta job and ya ain't got paid |
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Livin' with ya moms and ya ain't got laid |
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Always down to ride (skate, skate) |
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This chick she said she digs my rip game, stay grashin' |
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Yea the kid thick, plus he kick flip the big change, mashin' |
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Fat tracklist, pull her over just fo' practice |
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The wind up pitch, she call it |
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MacTwist We ridin', grindin' till the wheels fall off |
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We power slidin', 7-20 that plan |
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The profit is logical, nothing out of our reach |
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We call highly impossible |
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Gettin' insane, brane, meng it's frightening |
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The way she got me switchin' lanes |
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I call it half pipin' it, lots of it |
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Then when she done, |
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I call that pop shove it |
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Far East, |
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Big BlackSil, you gotta love it |
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This is on a daily album, calenders face it |
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It's dangerous |
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Skate, skate |
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Now, it's just one of those thangs |
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When ya gotta job and ya ain't got paid |
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Livin' with ya moms and ya ain't got laid |
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Always on the grind (skate, skate) |
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Say it's just one of those thangs |
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When ya gotta job and ya ain't got paid |
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Livin' with ya moms and ya ain't got laid |
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Always down to ride (skate, skate) |
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That's all we do, we do |
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Skate, skate [X4] |
