Lyrics

I ain't goin to work today yea why not? 'cause id rather work on breakin my own Bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code That ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We skate in packs our Flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it Full only a trader dont drain his pools (chorus) There i am skatin' solo down 9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back And forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me Dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his Pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh 'cause he was a jak We gotta go