Sun Cycle

All my friends on the street, they time ex-leaders, yo, man-a-weeders I've been on the talk one hundred and one, no said that, man-a-me-less Never know man who rode me, man-a-street, never know what long time, oh, she-dice Let the streets never tink in a million years, I'm off the ceilest Man-a-me-less, man-a-me-less, man-a-me-less, man-a-me-less, man-a-me-less I have a dream I'm a cool man, you know Hot girls from Manamoc, hot girls we are promote If a crowd can look, they will let me fina-slook So come on, I'll be cool, no I'll get that billion, no girls billion No fluff billion And I'll use country and try to stick to the rainbow So make shots while the heat's up on Then you'll make a sheep, I'll make a new friend, we call her ma I ain't heard of you, but I bet you heard of me, perfect You can never reach, never meet, this is an emergency, you need this Complete the surgery, be what man, the jackals that man Shackle my top and chuck them, got my jackal then, hot man Scrape the kids, every wreck's a red man Who else do you know, flow like this, hit the road with a rose in his When I come, he burns the hijack, I'm known as a hot sun cyclist Anytime you see me holler, love to follow, can't do it proper Never cap it, never pull the cap off, I'm gonna wait in my belly, travel Me and my girls, they're my hangers, I give out, we hangin' out Inna the group, we hangin' out, on the black, we hangin' out In the old's, we hangin' out, dance hall, we shakin' out So I don't wanna stop, we're gonna be hangin' out I go, we hangin' out, inna the shop, we hangin' out Inna the house, we hangin' out, with girls, we hangin' out Inna the group, we hangin' out, on the stage, we hangin' out So I don't wanna stop, we'll be hangin' out Everybody knows that there's a whole cycle list Writing on the video, neck and two cyclists Once one thing, it's for red man, my specialist They got them here, my fight, and them start with my dit When I miss people, I'making for red list But me, p Word is, on the streets, we the meanest truth The days of the craze, we the streets when they toast We them hot niggas, sun-psykin' We gon' spit-sign at you