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  • Текст песни The Cool Kids - Black Mags

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

    [Verse: Chuck]
    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

    [Chorus:]
    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 [repeat]

    [Verse: Mikey]
    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!

    [Chorus]

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