Lyrics:
In the freaking van with my bro to the track
And we got the Meybo’s laying in the back
I wanna Holeshot like Nic Long
You better be ready when the lights go on,
but I got more skills
To bad those things don't pay the bills
Just be calmer before you starting T-boning like, James Palmer
Kidding james, just making fun,
One of those things we've all once done.
You have to be fast on the track
Pay attention, NegroLima in the back
Take it easy, it's all fine
I slid out on the finish line
Timetrail Terry in the announcing booth,
Probably telling you the French are smooth,
Oui Michel, Aller aller,
Come back maybe, Sylvain Andre.
But it's windy ay,
Yvan said, it's okay!
11 bringing the heat,
Oh men, I love this beat,
Yung shibby or Rick Ross,
In Dutch we say Fietscross.
Tuscon where you at?
Corben beats you with his pedals flat.
Who's there?
It's Kye whyte,
Walking around in his Gucci slides.
Papendal, I love that track.
Oh boy, I got your back.
Sidewind, that sh*t wack.
I'm starving let's go to the Mc
I'd like one McKroket,
More than one gets Raymon mad.
It's race week,
Where the riders at,
At the coffee shop
With their whites flat.