Jason Madison - FIXIE lyrics

[Verse: Jason Madison] I was ridin down the shaw one day when it hit me 'Man, Gas high as f**, why don't you cop yourself a Fixie?' sh**, I was thinking the same thing Tryna f**in maintain, and still stay in the the game Dang, I don't wanna be the one to complain But instead of coppin chains, I rather grab me a frame, mane They sayin I'm bout to Lu-Pe out the game But Fixies don't Kick, They Push right into frame Got a tattoo of my name and pictures in her folder Sayin I'm the one, these old n***as is toasted I'm boastin, ridin with my locs on, posted Right there on Pico, might get me a taco Compton Swapmeet, might grab me some khakis Prolly hit the function, go grab me a baddie Ridin thru the traffic, b**hes gettin at me I'm callin this a cla**ic, add it to my stat sheet [Hook: Jason Madison & Mibbs] I'm ridin on my Fixie, sittin at the light Twistin up the weed and I'm chillin on my bike I'm just ridin on my Fixie Fixie, Fixie Ridin on my Fixie Fixie, Fixie Pushin thru the city and I'm switchin the lanes I Got my chucks and my dickies And the bike with the chain I'm just ridin on my Fixie Fixie, Fixie Ri-ridin on my Fixie Fixie, Fixie [Verse 2: Jason Madison] Oh My God he is the man, so you prolly understand Why this beat is hittin harder than Tsunami's in Japan RIP to Nate Do-Double G, he was a West Coast legend Had west coast presence My bay girl bag it, send me west coast presents *sniffs* Damn, and it smell like heaven Through the streets of LA where the trees is almost legal And I'm ridin on my fixie wit a whole gang of people [Hook: Jason Madison & Mibbs] I'm ridin on my Fixie, sittin at the light Twistin up the weed and I'm chillin on my bike I'm just ridin on my Fixie Fixie, Fixie Ridin on my Fixie Fixie, Fixie Pushin thru the city and I'm switchin the lanes I Got my chucks and my dickies And the bike with the chain I'm just ridin on my Fixie Fixie, Fixie Ri-Ridin on my Fixie Fixie, Fixie [verse 3: Mibbs] Ok Good Morning , it's 12:30, hella every My shoes scuffed, my palms sweaty, my nails dirty No helmet when I ride mama, don't worry As far as rap, I'm the number on your Rose jersey On the road swerving My homie Jeff pimped the wranglers wit the blown Derby Like a hipster downtown, doin tricks Chuckin deuces at you s**as No I dont do cabs and I never f** wit buses, I'm disgusted On my Fixie, ridin on some other sh** Last time we hit Sunset, I got a busted lip f** this sh**, this is how we do every night Spend our whole life rollin thru red lights Blue and Red bike, call it banging on wax Bout to cop the all black, still debating on that Don't ask me if I thrash, n***a I don't skate But my sh** don't stop, I ain't got no brakes, I'm just