Cool Kids - Black Mags lyrics
rate meVerse (Chuck):<br />
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I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat/ bill black starter cap with the hologram tags/<br />
White Mag rims, red rubber tires/<br />
Chain, frame, pegs, grips, shift to my supplier/<br />
Dope man attire, gimme bout an hour/<br />
And I'll have it clicking, ticking, gliding, flying like McGuyver/<br />
I'm a Murder Club, dope pedal rider/<br />
Nigel said I'm good to get that ink on my bicep/<br />
I gets, busy as a bee on my bike grips/<br />
If I catwalk this, I walk, I can fly this/<br />
Bitch and I'm fly, and it's tied to the side/<br />
that's the flag that I'm flying/<br />
Add to the fact that it all coincides with these wheels that I'm riding/<br />
3pt Mags make you think that I'm gliding/<br />
... Shiiiit nigga I aint lying/<br />
I got a long rap sheet that'll say that I'm tied in/<br />
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Chorus<br />
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Verse (Mikey):<br />
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I hit chuck on the pager yo, I'm kinda bored/<br />
And got class til later so, open garage/<br />
And I don't really know which way to go, I aint tryna skate it though/<br />
And my bikes illegal, so they send for the law/<br />
But I don't care joe, I just keep on pedalin/<br />
Ride past shorty light skinned with no melanin/<br />
Shirt look like somebody stuffed two melons in/<br />
Had to stop, so I could preach like revered/<br />
I grip on the handbrake and say "Whatup?"/<br />
I skip on the handshakes, I'm straight. What else? /<br />
I got two pegs on the back, and you got two legs under your skirt/<br />
So ho, we head/<br />
To the Dope Pedal Headquarters/<br />
You would be there if you could/<br />
Chuck got the red wheels and the white mags, but it's all good/<br />
Got the gold hundred spokes like Boys in the Hood/<br />
With the lime green frame, dollars on the bike/<br />
Seat, handlebar grips, is the same as my Nikes/<br />
In the mold, the gold I use for my spokes/<br />
And the frame, the same as I use for my chain/ Out! <br />
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Chorus
