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Uh, Ow
Give it to me now
Come on give it to me now
Gettin' it and flippin' it the syndicate is rippin' it
If you don't know then you really must be trippin' kid
Dropped out of the race when
You really should have finished it
Competition's healthy
You're a little bit effeminate
It's all good though you be you
Arab be Arab and Jew be Jew
I'm all about the love Ma, coochie coo
Holla quick, snap pop dollar wouptie woup
You probably saw me on a bicycle
Doin' more than thirty miles an hour
Mad power, heavy showers
That's how I get down
Put the red and white plugs in the side man
That's how you get sound
Classical music, that's how I wake up
Pergolesi's never stressin' me and Bach straight up
I rock cycling shoes
Seems to me like these labels be recycling dudes

Weavin' through traffic, runnin' red lights
Headphones on, sippin' Red Stripe
I found true freedom
I was riding my bike
Riding my bike, riding my bike
Weavin' through traffic, runnin' red lights
Headphones on, sippin' Red Stripe
I found true freedom
I was riding my bike
Riding my bike, riding my bike

And it can't be stopped by a cop
Or pulled over on the shoulder
And if I did see the beast
I'd pop quick up a one way street
The wrong way
Past drivers coming home
From a long day the song play
The lights flash
But swine will never touch my cash
And you know bikes ain't got tags
So I can be John Doe
And he can be too slow
Makin' excuses to the captain
How he couldn't get no traction
Mom taught me how to ride
Time taught me how to ride even better
In any weather
Now it's natural
Fill the bottle cage with Sprite or peach Snapple
Ride from Philly to the Big Apple
Mashin' and thrashin'
I'm gettin' cash and I passionate
Blastin' the hills for thrills
Building elaborate skills at will
Shimano flight deck and a light set
Of twenty seven inch clinchers
Quick release, no wrenches

Matter fact man
What's up man
When you gonna get your ride
Uh I don't, I'm not
I saw you waitin' at the bus stop I almost cried
Ha, y-you know man
Stop givin' Septa all that money
You know man, I, I
Get your wings man, get your wings
I'ma get it yo
You can thank me later
I'ma get a bike
Aight, Peace
I gotta catch this bus

Weavin' through traffic, runnin' red lights
Headphones on, sippin' Red Stripe
I found true freedom
I was riding my bike
Riding my bike, riding my bike
Weavin' through traffic, runnin' red lights
Headphones on, sippin' Red Stripe
I found true freedom
I was riding my bike
Riding my bike, riding my bike

Final Sprint out of the saddle last battle
Get past the group they ride just like cattle
Feel your heart race, race to first place
Let yourself fly when they give that chase
B-I-C-Y-C-L-E
B, I see why I can see
So much beauty in the streets
Click click clack when I wear my cleats
In the summer time they couldn't bear that heat
It's all good, you're so sweet
That's how the school girls used to speak
Dot dot dot, beep beep beep
I can ride and ride for miles
With style and prove my groove
Is tuned into to the source
The course for sport is short
So we all have our smiles!
Yea, we smilin' baby
Mmhmm hmm
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