Action Bronson - Easy Rider lyrics

[Verse 1:] Praise the lord, I was born to travel Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel I'm leaned back with the Les Paul sh** I smoke is like cholesterol Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beckon call Best believe that there was neck involved f**ed around and almost wrecked the Saab Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains Started running with the stallions Playing frisbee in the West Indies Did the tango with my kidneys Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower Before 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 Ritz With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious sh**, I might cop a chest and a dresser A little machine to make espresso I heard your b**h still wears Ecko Packed trucks behind the blocks at DeCicco Live from the Expo, X-Men I wear the wolf in the winter Steer the coupe from the center Who gives a f**, I'm a sinner I had dreams of f**in' Keri Hilson in my Duncans Woke up naked at the Hilton with a b**h that look like Seal's cousin Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team) Bite the eel by the dozen [Verse 3:] Pump the ba** in the trunk sh** rattled like a baby hand Except this toy cost 80 grand And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been Just from writing words with a pen Tell the pilot "land the plane" On Roosevelt and Main Put a jacuzzi on the seven train And lay John Coltrane play with that c**aine face I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste The bra** band was seven pieces My b**h's name is Peaches We got twin Mac elevens with the features sh** you barely got sneaker money So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherf**ers speaking funny You 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 game These lames don't want to play with me Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see, it's me [Hook x6] [Outro: Guitar]