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VERSE:1
You can catch me at that skatepark cruisin,
rollin up on the landscape, while homies with pape's'll roll doobs an'
the plans great homie these rays settin the mood
and if a manic skate deck in the he gon' move!

cos the respect is showin the LUV
and i'm showin it back cos i get so many dabs when i'm rollin up
and the way i roll homie i rep what i know an love
if you an RK brother it's best to just throw it up!

And while we're at it yo, let's toast over hood rhymes,
to "K2 Fattys" and the jokes skatin "Good Times"
snakin' through alleys we stay duckin the fuzz
And i'm way too savvy to pay for the way i bust!

Cos my baby love my style an' the way that i grind,
i got my mind on my money so i'm workin overtime
and from the days of the buss pass and stayin inline
these tracks always paved the way for me to go for mine!

HOOK:

SO IF YOU GOT MY BACK HOMIE SHOW ME SOME.LUUV
COS YOU KNOW I GOT YOUR BACK WHEN WE'RE CRUISIN

I'M HOLDIN DOWN THE CATS THAT YOU KNOW THAT I.LUUV
BROTHERS COVERIN MY TRACKS AND WE'RE CRUISIN

AND IF YOU GOT MY BACK HOMIE SHOW ME SOME.LUUV
WHEREVER I'M LAYIN HATS YOUR MY DOODS AN'

I KEEP MY BROTHERS ON MY TRACKS HOPE YOU FEELIN' THAT LUUV
KEEP STYLIN, TAKE IT BACK NOW!


VERSE: 2
I remember days of rollin with the mexicanos
snack at jacks mac at every donalds
kickin back up in capistrano

dreamin of rollin on professional pay
wondered if we'd see the day but the hec if i know?

i used to let days come and go with the tide
feenin fore shade hat my low when i ride

and we ain't never waste a moment of time
once we strapped up,
you know we holdin that grind
fade to black, cut!
(yeah)

cos we was "videogroovers",straight shooters,
and waitin for the "day of the rope" to peep game on,

an "espionage" or a "coup de tat",
"leading the blind" to rollaway till the rays gone.

cos when the sun settin at the end of the day
we was, nursing our wounds... with a cassette on the way,

never snoozin on the prospects of "Amateur" dood
like motherfucker you can't "battle my crew"

VERSE: 3

cos we had them bus route planner,
SC till the RSA banner,
and we stoppin off at spots we just seen
lights, action, cameras, don't bitch
lay the hammer,
if the hand go down
it ain't cleean!
stayin matchin' with the senate backpacks
with the ENG logo on the track pants
or theJNCO jeans if you in doubt
lovin every line, every single time
i dun landed with the steez
cabbin the fuck out!

Without a doubt it was '98 - california dreamin was playin,
coppin the DB magazine and readin' away an'

i would roll to sports park like straight from school
and all the homies in my grade saw
and they'd come too!

up in junior high to listenin to junior reid
more than my poor righteous teachers
every knew or perceived!

all projects revolved around the mayhem i saw
and since VG13 i cruise on tour