Sk8

作词 : Ciara Harris/Peter Mudge/Destin Route/John Welch/Eian Parker/Olu Fann/Jackson Card

作曲 : Ciara Harris/Peter Mudge/Destin Route/John Welch/Eian Parker/Olu Fann/Jackson Card

You ain't never been to Skatetowne

On Old National, you know it go down

Kilo Ali flow, look, uh

Niggas from the Eastside on a Friday night

Met a bunch of hoes at the Golden Glide

Smokin' and rollin', the lows and highs

Me and all the bros in a stolen ride like, huh

Man, they shootin' outside, so I'm stayin' this side

Shawty, you and I vibe, take a few shots like 2Pac

I seen a bunch of mean guys in a bandana tie

Throwin' up the Westside, givin' side-eyes

Ain't nobody that I really recognize

I ain't surprised niggas'll ride to kill a vibe

Probably the reason you die tryna feel alive

But I'm incentivized by a dime that's thick in her thighs

Grippin' on her ass like I'm pickin' a prize

Then hit the crib where the weed and the liquor collide

But really ain't trippin', we can kick it and ride through the, yeah, uh, shit

Eastside, Eastside (Ayy, we just pulled up to Moreland, bro, where you at?)

Westside, Westside (West End, what's happenin'? Old Nat')

Southside, Southside (Southside, Clayco, nigga, you know what's up)

Northside, Northside (Ah, damn, I only come up, nigga)

From the Zone 4, Campbellton Road

Got cash to blow, hollerin' at the hoes

Green '90s foreign, got me usin' my '90s eyes

She was choosin' in the parking lot

I was lookin' to keep my number locked

I'ma hit it on the couch at your mama house

Ridin' 'round, bump it loud with the window down

Some of y'all done lost y'all mind

Baby, let me see you pop that spine

I could see from the front and I knew at once

I was gon' have to walk back by

From the SWATS, but I be on Old Nat', 'bout to pull up on my cousin on Rainbow Drive

Whip clean like the paint don't dry

Where you from, nigga? Claim your side

Eastside, Eastside (Ayy, we just pulled up to Moreland, bro, where you at?)

Westside, Westside (West End, what's happenin'?)

Southside, Southside (Southside, Clayco, nigga, you know what's up)

Northside, Northside (Ah, damn, I only come up, nigga)

Hit Cascade on a Sunday, say a parking lot prayer, no gunplay

I just wanna kick back, relax, shawty booty poke into Monday

Hop out the seat, slide, it's nice to meet you, green eyes

Let's take a lap, I'll bring you right back to your friends 'fore they start trippin'

As I bend, I see

The niggas from the Glide with the golden teeth

I don't even know if they notice me

They don't even know that we way too deep

I'm from the West and they from the East

In all white tees, lookin' like sheep

I don't even wanna get blood on the sneaks

We throwin' up fours and ones and threes, they talkin' 'bout, uh

Westside, Westside (West End, what's happenin'?)

Eastside, Eastside (Ayy, we just pulled up to Moreland, bro, where you at?)

Southside, Southside (Southside, Clayco, sew that shit up)

Northside, Northside

You ain't never been to Skatetowne

On Old National, you know it go down

You ain't never been to Cascade

On the west side of MLK

You ain't never been to Golden Glide, it's in the Dec'

You ain't never been to Sparkles, glidin' with your bae

I ain't never been to Skatetowne 'cause it's out in Morrow

I'ma pack a car load, I'ma take the girls and me tomorrow

Freaky-ass beat, yeah

Freaky-ass song, this a freaky-ass song, yeah

Freaky-ass song, on a freaky love song

This a beat-your-ass song, nigga, take your ass home

Take it