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