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Ride! x many comin out through the park past the dog run smell of shit burning in the sun watch the cab dent his door happy hour here let s pick up jorge lock em up three cold beers in a cup Inside Coney something ain t right too many people on a friday night i can t see straight in the flashing lights i got a feeling there s gonna be a fight wrap it up, pack it up saddle up full tank of liqour in our guts Drink em down we gotta a ride going through the lower east side day or night mags on the run looking for trouble looking for fun BMX we got suss when we ride don t mess with us
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