Action Bronson - Easy Rider Lyrics
[Verse 1]Praise the lord, I was born to travelFeeling like Slash in front of the chapelI'm leaned back with the Les PaulShit I smoke is like cholesterolSpilled dressin’ on the vest at the festivalThe best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beckon callBest believe that there was neck involved*****ed around and almost wrecked the SaabUh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountainsStarted running with the stallionsPlaying frisbee in the West IndiesDid the tango with my kidneysEyes open, now I know just who my kids needRockin' very loose pants, yeahRockin' very loose pants, yeahBury a million in the sand, by the clock towerBefore I die, take a hot shower[Hook: x4]Ride the Harley into the sunset[Verse 2]By chance I seen her in the lobby of the RitzWith her man, the one that swings a hockey stickI was wearing all white, and my hair was looking preciousShit, I might cop a chest and a dresserA little machine to make espressoI heard your man still wears EckoPacked trucks behind the blocks at the CheckoLive from the Expo, X-MenI wear the wolf in the winterStare the coup from the centerWho gives a *****, I'm a sinnerI had dreams of *****in' Keri Hilson in my DuncansWoke up ***** at the Hilton with a ***** that look like Seal's cousinBite the eel by the dozen(Got to take it for the team)Bite the eel by the dozen[Verse 3]Put the bass in the trunkIt rattled like a baby handExcept this toy cost 80 grandAnd I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've beenJust from writing words with a penTell the pilot "land the plane"No booster [?]Put a jacuzzi on the seven trainAnd lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine faceI know you're trashed, from that old bay tasteThe brass band was seven piecesMy *****'s name is PeachesWe got twin Mac elevens with the featuresShit you barely got sneaker moneySo much dick in their mouthes, that's why these mother*****ers speaking funnyYou need to speak clearer Dick, cause I can't hear ya(I can't hear ya)You need to speak clearer Dick, cause I can't hear ya[Verse 4]The Magic Johnson of the gameThese lames don't want to play with meSmile on your face, but I really know you hatin' meI know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see, it's me[Hook: x6]Ride the Harley into the sunset
