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Joey Paro - 2 Wheelin' It (Produced by Badhabitz) (Official Video)

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Joey Paro - 2 Wheelin' It (Produced by Badhabitz) (Official Video)

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Split Prophets
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19 594 просмотра · 6 лет назад
Old Track, New Visuals... Video edited by @JUNE Films    / @junefilmsuk   Lyrics: I'm like, fuck the stinking bus I peddle fast and cross the city quicker, dodgy manoeuvres after smoking herbs and sipping liquor, leaving drivers bitter when they just can't keep up with me, sitting in that traffic jam your beamer can't fuck with me, up your speed, catch me on a tinners when its pissing down, pedestrians are diving out the way when I'm whizzing round, licking pigeons down as I plough through this gritty town, free-wheel spinning, meditation to the clicking sound, change direction when them sirens emit a sound, grip-shift twist, I pull the brake then I whip it round, then i rig until I'm knackered and I'm sitting down, leaving piggies with a bitter frown when the kids about, I'm flipping out like the peddles won't keep still, pushing down a steep hill, strictly for the cheap thrill, I cycle streets 'til my legs knees and feet feel weak like I just took a hand full of sleeping pills. Bunning my herbs, bumping up and down curbs, reach traffic then I swerve, in and out 'til im free of it, I'm on the way up but for now I'm 2 wheelin' it, looking the other way while I cycle past the dealership, Bunning my herbs, bumping up and down curbs, reach traffic then I swerve, in and out 'til im free of it, I'm on the way up but for now I'm 2 wheelin' it, looking the other way while I cycle past the dealership, That psychopath on the cycle path, I'm the type to cycle fast, hear me laughing as I cycle past, you might get splashed with some dirt if I ride the grass, sweating out these toxins, burning rubber like some grimey hash, oh you've got a nice bike! Well fuck you 'cus mine is gash, I found it in a bush when I was raising up some pikeys stash, rusty chain squeaking, fly by and slap your wifeys ass, hiding glass behind me on the path to leave your tyres slashed, drivers applying gas couldn't even keep up, cause 3 crashes round your way and leave your street fucked, we duck the beast bombing hills with our feet up, on the handlebars, dodging cars with our weed tucked, under our nut-sacks, safety first fuck that, cutting red lights, no handed, billing blunt wraps, jumping humpbacks, your now riding with a drunk twat, find a new tinners, rinse it out and then I dump that. Bunning my herbs, bumping up and down curbs, reach traffic then I swerve, in and out 'til im free of it, I'm on the way up but for now I'm 2 wheelin' it, looking the other way while I cycle past the dealership, Bunning my herbs, bumping up and down curbs, reach traffic then I swerve, in and out 'til im free of it, I'm on the way up but for now I'm 2 wheelin' it, looking the other way while I cycle past the dealership, So I'll be skidding round these corners 'til my tyres pop, ride a lot, when its wet and cold, when its dry and hot, when the streets icy, slide and drop when I try to stop, public probably thinking I'm a crackhead try'na find a rock, but I couldn't give a rats ass, catch a backsplash, when I blast past, soaking you and your fat gash, I'm still sporting open wounds from my last crash, I'm past mashed and seeing double vision never half assed, my wheels are buckled and my brakes are failing, still I'm baked and sailing, 'til my handlebars nearly scraped a railing, and yeah I've ate the pavement on many a late occasion, aches and pains, I'm still out on the pushy whether rain or hailing, you lycra wearing motherfuckers can't see me, knocking kids out they're heelys when I'm try'na bust wheelies, PT I'm back with that big back of kiki still swerving through traffic on that rusty old GT. Bunning my herbs, bumping up and down curbs, reach traffic then I swerve, in and out 'til im free of it, I'm on the way up but for now I'm 2 wheelin' it, looking the other way while I cycle past the dealership, Bunning my herbs, bumping up and down curbs, reach traffic then I swerve, in and out 'til im free of it, I'm on the way up but for now I'm 2 wheelin' it, looking the other way while I cycle past the dealership,