I ain't goin to work today yea why not?
'cause id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know
Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate there's a
Code that ya better know and there's A style & that's to skate
We skate in packs our flag is
Jaks there's always time to race only a fool has a pool
And keeps it full only a trader won't tradehis pools
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There I am skatin' solo down 9th Ave.
A couple bikers pull up one on each side
They're wavin back and forth they try to lock me in
And here comes a bus these scumbags want me dead I know they want my head
A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his pocket
Sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams don't laugh
'cause he was a jak we gotta go
