Transitionz Az A Ridah

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[Intro] Personally, personally, I shop illegally (I won't deny ya, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck wit' me!) All you ladies out there, c'mon, at the clubs, whatever, don't front! You know you them like them riders! (Show your love!) (C'mon, check this) Give it up [Verse 1] Now I heard that heaven is a halfpipe Well, that's only half-right You don't have to skate vert to find your heaven on this earth You could skate a parking lot and see it all for what it's worth Heelflip - 12 stairs, and still recieve your share Hardware to the wood, no risers at all On the low life skating before the bling (Blingers!) got involved Now they got platinum chains to match they rangs Understand I'm not hatin, I'm just sayin' that it's strange That Hosoi's locked up, Tony Hawk's got a game And though everything has changed, I still love it the same Sixteen years later, still doin' my thang This goes out to all my riders who, don't gangbang [Pre-Chorus] It used to be so fun, we'd run from cops at the spots Makin' magic, wreakin' havoc in your local parking lots [Chorus] Now let's ride (For them 15-stair noseslides) Let's ride (For the homies pullin' airs backside) Let's ride (Ol' school, Dogtown, Bert Slide) Let's ride (For every time you bailed but got back up and tried) [Verse 2] Now I first started skatin' back in 1986 (Woo) And I still can't land a motherfuckin' kickflip (Know that) I just like to ride, kickturn, carve the bowl And my most impressive flatland trick? Ollie the road Though I'm not outta control, it's good for my soul To go out and test my limits - no coach, no scrimmage One of the few sports in life that promotes independence So this is my ode, to everyone who roll Two trucks and four wheels, those who ride everyday To develop more skills, fo' sho' a thang in pain Seven plaza woodgrain, do the same trick for weeks 'Til it drives you insane (Ahhhh!) But when you land that trick, it's spiritual bliss (Humm) When the vinyl meets the asphalt Attempted it for weeks, you've been workin' yo' ass off! And it's not about a girl, or some props for your boys You do it for yourself and that sense of inner joy [Pre-Chorus] It used to be so fun, we'd run from cops at the spots Makin' magic, wreakin' havoc in your local parking lots [Chorus] Now let's ride (For them 15-stair noseslides) Let's ride (For the homies pullin' airs backside) Let's ride (Ol' school, Dogtown, Bert Slide) Let's ride (For every time you bailed but got back up and tried) [Verse 3] Now you could ride for fun, flow (Shit), am', or pro (I'm a pro) It's like underground rap - it's not about that dough! Although it is nice to make loot at what you love Said by me and James Craig (Whaddup?), talkin' life over grub Or me and G-Mo's posted outside the club If they won't let you wear your skate shoes, then fuck them scrubs! Look, I don't play ball or organised sports Catch me at the skate park, in some boarder-type shorts It's a quarterpipe sport, S.K.A.T.E. is sort of like H.O.R.S.E And we don't fear pain, it's the door to life's source And we could make our own fun (Yeah), we don't gotta find a court It's as plain as this, we could skate a drainage ditch! Ride with the homies, pull the insane and shit That'll never get filmed, but still it makes you feel Like a hundred thousand dollars when you hear your boys holla (Woooo!) And this is dedicated to my skateboard scholars [Pre-Chorus] It used to be so fun, we'd run from cops at the spots Makin' magic, wreakin' havoc in your local parking lots Now let's ride [Outro] Now, on a real note, we'll take a moment To say Rest In Peace to all your favourite skate spots Like E.M.B, Love Park Moment of silence Rest In Peace Keenan Milton Keep ridin'