Krispy Kreme - Stolen Bikes Lyrics
[Intro]Close your eyes for a second, and try to imagine a city that's kinda bad, but kinda good. It's kinda hard here sometimes. It's hard to make money here. You could probably only get a job at McDonald's or something like that. You can stay alive, though. But with James you never know what's gonna happen[Verse 1]Everywhere I look, there were bikes going missingThe truth of the matter is I'd rather be fishingBut I'm a cop, and I gotta do my jobAnd stop those guys who kill and robWe had a feeling that we knew who was behind itWe found a letter, and guess who signed itIt was James; it said so at the bottomWe looked at each other and said, "Yep, we got him."So we started to hand out some postersAnd the weather was hotter than a toasterAt first we didn't have any luckUntil we met up with a guy named ChuckChuck said his bike got took last nightBut he didn't let it go without putting up a fightJames fell down, and he dropped a little mapWe knew where to find him; he was chilling at the Trap[Hook: 2X]Oh, James thinks that he's toughWell, me and my boy Money Maker Mike think we've had enoughBeating us up and stealing our bikesIt just isn't right; we're coming for you tonight[Verse 2]We got to the Trap; Mike went around the backJames busted out the front; he was wearing all blackCaddy freed inside the truck, so he jumped into the backHit the gas, man, he was gone just like thatBut I looked over, and I saw a go-kartI turned the key, hit the gas, but it won't startThen out of nowhere, fires right upThen I spot the truck, and my eyes light upI hit the gas, and I peel out of the drivewayI'm hitting corners, and that boy's going sidewaysBut finally, I catch up to the truckBut I notice the accelerator's stuckThe go-kart spins out of controlAt full speed, I hit a telephone poleThere's nothing left to say; James got awayBut I knew deep down we would catch him one day[Hook: 2X][Outro]Krispy Kreme! That's right baby...and Money Maker Mike, baby. Making another hit for you guys. I know you like this one. That's all we do. We're doing this for 2012, baby! We make one hit, and then we make another hit, and then we make another hit. Uh-huh. We just keep making hits. (Meh neh newp, meh neh newp.) That's all we know how to do, baby! We outta here...that's all we know how to do. We got money to make. You understand that? Peace out. Making classics, son, classics! Yeah!
