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
