The Cool Kids - Black Mags lyrics

Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front

I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat
Bill black starter cap with the hologram tags
White Mag rims, red rubber tires
Chain, frame, pegs, grips, ship to my supplier
Dope man attire, gimme bout an hour
And I'll have it clicking
Ticking, gliding, flying like McGuyver
I'm a Murder Club, dope pedal rider
Nigel said I'm good to get
That ink on my bicep
I gets, busy as a bee on my bike grips
If I catwalk this sidewalk, I can fly this
Bitch and I'm fly
And it's tied to the side
That's the flag that I'm flying
Add to the fact that it all coincides
With these wheels that I'm riding
3pt Mags make you think that I'm gliding
... Shiiiit nigga I ain't lying
I got a long rap sheet that'll
Say that I'm tied in

Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
I'm on the dyno with the black mags
Black mags
Dyno with the black mags, black mags
Black mags
Dyno with the

I hit chuck on the pager yo, I'm kinda bored
Ain't got class til later so, open garage
And I don't really know which way to go
I ain't tryna skate it though
And my bikes illegal
So they send for the law
But I don't care joe, I just keep on pedalin
Ride past shorty light skinned
With no melanin
Shirt look like somebody stuffed
Two melons in
Had to stop so I could preach like reverend
I grip on the handbrake and say "What up? "
I skip on the handshakes
I'm straight. What else?
I got two pegs on the back
And you got two legs under your skirt
So hop, we head
To the Dope Pedal Headquarters
You would be there if you could
Chuck got the red wheels and the white mags
But it's all good
I got the gold hundred spokes
Like Boys in the Hood
With the lime green frame
Dollars on the bike seat
Handlebar grips is the same as my Nikes
In the mold, the gold I use for my spokes
And the frame, the same as I use for my chain
Out!