Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars
Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops
I wonder so often
Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids
All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?
When i get my hands on nines
Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts
Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,
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