| I have my hands attached to an Ape Hanger
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| My patch says "support the Hells Angels"
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| I saw that you have the Japanese motorcycle, tell me when you throw it away
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| Mine makes the alarms ring
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| Brother, it's music to me when I keep it accelerated
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| And I sit on a lowrider so I always have my ass on the road
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| And I fly low, I have another step, bro, hold your rocket
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| That I look at the pussies and the view, uncle
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| Super sport, really free if I shoot my black Dyna
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| You and me 180 above the sky
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| Uncle, I open hard, I cover the noise of the streets, brother '
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| So when I pass I don't hear you talking bullshit
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| I caress her as if she were my girl, the one for life
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| With the difference that I have not betrayed her
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| Feel like sgasa, lowrider why so
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| I'm sitting on the asphalt and I'm sure I feel at home
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| You are like my motorcycle, you are just like her
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| Let's go for a ride, if I were you I'd stay there
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| You are like my motorcycle, you are just like her
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| You are just like her, you are just like her!
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| I change them all from the first to the fifth
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| Uncle, how do I change boobs, from 1st to 5th
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| Life is short, brother, it is impossible to be faithful
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| But my bike and I go home together every day
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| These exhausts do them in Minneapolis
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| But when I leave it seems like New Year's in Naples
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| If you drive like you fuck, you run too much
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| And your pussy, staring at me red, knows it too
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| If I turn it on it looks like a jet in the roll phase
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| The only flaw, uncle, is that he drinks as much as I drink
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| Dyna Frisco, one bar and I'm done
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| I lower the visor, between ', raise my middle finger and disappear
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| Milan is a lowrider forever
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| More points on the skin than on the driving license
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| Your green Yamaha is more powerful, but it does nothing
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| With the tight suit you look like a Power Ranger
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| You are like my motorcycle, you are just like her
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| Let's go for a ride, if I were you I'd stay there
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| You are like my motorcycle, you are just like her
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| You are just like her, you are just like her!
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| My bike rattles like a rave
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| But it represents Rock'n'Roll, state 6-6
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| My woman is like my motorcycle, like her
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| He drinks a lot, holds a dick and is made in the USA
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| When I pass the other men stare at her loom
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| Look, I am riding this steel mare anyway
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| Asking for freedom, it's not just pussy
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| Challenge authority like a Pussy Riot
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| When she opens and goes it's a mortar round
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| I'm Tony Stark, this is my metal dress
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| And with music it is the perfect metaphor
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| Mine is an orchestra, yours is a lawnmower
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| Yours is homo-logoed, we set mine in a garage
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| Like these rhymes, written on the verge of legality
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| Like my mufflers
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| end
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| You are like my motorcycle, you are just like her
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| Let's go for a ride, if I were you I'd stay there
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| You are like my motorcycle, you are just like her
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| You are just like her, you are just like her! |