Lyric Hike

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)