Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bikers Anthem, artist - Ghetts. Date of issue: 26.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bikers Anthem |
| We’re biker boys |
| Biker boys set their own rules |
| Aye, yo, Scorch, what’s the destination, fam? |
| Fam, it’s- it just say the A4, fam |
| Yeah? |
| About |
| Ah, I’m a rider, G |
| There ain’t nothing like stunting in summer on a nice bike |
| 120 on the high way, it’s nothing but bright lights |
| Yeah, it’s a nice life |
| The life’s nice |
| All I need is two wheels |
| Every time I ride |
| I’m in another car, side to side |
| Yo, Scorcher, it’s time to fly |
| 1:20 on the clock, come ready to be off |
| I’m riding through the city |
| 1:20 on the clock, I’m breaking the highway code |
| Fuck the traffic light |
| I ain’t glad it’s night but I’m glad it’s night |
| T-shirt blowing in the wind through town |
| device and right hand on the throttle |
| R6, new shipped model |
| And this speed is hard to break like a Lucozade bottle |
| But I ain’t stopping for reds and I ain’t stopping for feds |
| Full time so, I ain’t even stopping for pet' |
| Five up, one down, I’m smooth with the mechanism |
| When I come through, everybody show me recognition |
| Some tell me, «stop riding» but I never listen |
| First gear, clutch, rev and I’m missing |
| North, South, West and East, all around |
| Ghetts is seen |
| I can’t cool it down, arrest, I’m free |
| Pop up a wheelie for the kids on the block |
| And then I’m off |
| There ain’t nothing like stunting in summer on a nice bike |
| 120 on the high way, it’s nothing but bright lights |
| Yeah, it’s a nice life |
| The life’s nice |
| All I need is two wheels |
| Every time I ride |
| I’m in another car, side to side |
| Yo, Scorcher, it’s time to fly |
| 120 on the clock, I’m ready to be off |
| I come through holding on your handles |
| You love it when I lean back and lift you up |
| I spent a few grand when I picked you up |
| You hate when I’m standing to the side |
| Or take another girl out for a ride |
| You try to hype up but it backfires |
| A couple of times, you gave me two flat tyres |
| Always roll with me when I’m linking them crack buyers |
| In and out the manor, moving something like a fast train |
| But it’s just the two of us, gunning down the fast lane |
| You’re like, «harder, baby, do it faster, baby» |
| You get jealous when I see I’d love a larger lady |
| When I tickle your tummy, I swear your laugh is crazy |
| But since I got a new car, you ain’t been laughing lately |
| When you’re home in the morning, it don’t hardly faze me |
| I’m like, «what's your problem? |
| I got a shot in Tottenham» |
| Hurry up and get dressed before I’m long and lost them |
| Believe me, I love my bike |
| There ain’t nothing like stunting in summer on a nice bike |
| 120 on the high way, it’s nothing but bright lights |
| Yeah, it’s a nice life |
| The life’s nice |
| All I need is two wheels |
| Every time I ride |
| I’m in another car, side to side |
| Yo, Scorcher, it’s time to fly |
| 120 on the clock, I’m ready to be off |
| The realness is |
| No license attached to insurance |
| How long could I last? |
| This is a test of endurance |
| How could I ever be late for a performance? |
| Fuck a speed camera, this bike ain’t registered to me |
| Do a plate check and indicate right |
| And take left to shake feds |
| I went from pedals to peds to power bikes |
| Ain’t been caught in a chase yet |
| Such would, a lot of youts have died in super bikes |
| And that’s the reason that my mum’s shook |
| I tell her, «don't worry», I’m reason it’s fun, look |
| Your son’s hooked |
| I’m a biker by blood |
| My pops is a rider, my rider is my pops |
| Some are fiends for speed |
| I can’t cruise, I increase the lead |
| Buffers on the back, she be looking like a leash of keys |
| Hold me tight, it’s only right, I’m a G, believe |
| This here’s a new machine |
| Never been squeaked or cleaned |
| There ain’t nothing like stunting in summer on a nice bike |
| 120 on the high way, it’s nothing but bright lights |
| Yeah, it’s a nice life |
| The life’s nice |
| All I need is two wheels |
| Every time I ride |
| I’m in another car, side to side |
| Yo, Scorcher, it’s time to fly |
| 120 on the clock, I’m ready to be off |