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)
