Murs - Transitions Az a Ridah lyrics

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Murs - Transitions Az a Ridah lyrics

[Imitating 2Pac] I won't deny ya, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna f** wit me! [Murs - talking] Me, personally, I shop illegally All you ladies out there c'mon, cuz whatever, don't front! Y'know you them like them ridahz! (SHOW YO LOVE!!) [Murs] (Give it up) Now I heard that heaven is a halfpipe Well, that's only half-right You don't have to skate vert to find your heaven on this earth You could skate a parking lot and see it all for what it's worth Heelflip - 12 stairs, and still recieve your share Hardware to the wood, no risers at all On the low life skating before the blegals got involved Now they got platinum chains to match they rangs Understand I'm not hatin, I'm just sayin' that is strange - That Hosoi's locked up, Tony Hawk's got a game Although, everything's changed, I still love it the same Sixteen years later, still doin my thang This go out to all my ridahz who, don't g**n [Hook] It used to be so fun, we rode from cops at the spots Makin' magic, wreakin' havoc in yo' local parking lots Now let's ride, for them 15-stair noseslides Let's ride, for the homeys pullin' airs backside Let's ride, ol' school, Dogtown, Bert Slide Let's ride, for every time you bailed but got back up and tried Now I first startin skatin back in 1986 (WHOO!) And I still can't land a motherf**in kickflip (I know that) I just like to ride, kickturn, carve the bowl And my most impressive flatland trick? Ollie the road Though I'm not outta control, it's good for my soul To go out and test my limits - no coach, no scrimmage One of the few sports in life that promotes independence So this is my ode, to everyone who roll Two trucks and four wheels, those who ride everyday To develop more sk**s, and there sure ain't thang in pain Seven plaza woodgrain, do the same trick for weeks 'til it drives you insane (AHHH-RGH!) But when you land that trick, it's spiritual bliss (Hummmmmm....) When the vinyl meets the asphalt Attempted it for weeks, you've been workin yo' ASS OFF! And it's not about a girl, or some props for your boys You do it fo' yourself and that sense of inner joy [Hook] Now you could ride for fun, flow, am, or pro (sh**, I'm a pro) It's like underground rap - it's not about dat dough! Although it is nice to make loot at what you love Said by me and James Craig (Whaddup?) talkin' life over grub Or me and G-Mo's hosted outside the club And if they don't let you wear yo' skate shoes, then fu*k them scrubs!! Look, I don't play ball or organized sports Catch me at the skate park, in some boarder-type shorts It's a quarterpipe sport, skate is sorta like H.O.R.S.E And we don't fear pain, it's a door to life source And we could make our own fun, we don't, gotta find a court It's as plain as this, we could skate a drainage ditch! Ride with the homeys, pull the insane and sh** That'll never get filled, but still it makes you feel Like a hundred thousand dollas when you hear yo' boys holla (WHOOO!!!) And this is dedicated to my skateboard scholars It used to be so fun, we rode from cops at the spots Makin' magic, wreakin' havoc in yo local parking lots Now let's RIDE!! [Outro] Now on the real though, we'll take a moment To say, "Rest In Peace" to all ya favorite skate spots... Like E.M.B...Lovepark... Moment of silence... Rest in peace, Keenan Milton... Keep ridin...