Transitionz Az a Ridah - Murs

I won’t deny ya, I’m a straight ridah

You don’t wanna fuck wit me!

Me, personally, I shop illegally

All you ladies out there c’mon, cuz whatever, don’t front!

Y’know you them like them ridahz!

(SHOW YO LOVE!!)

(Give it up) Now I heard that heaven is a halfpipe

Well, that’s only half-right

You don’t have to skate vert to find your heaven on this earth

You could skate a parking lot and see it all for what it’s worth

Heelflip — 12 stairs, and still recieve your share

Hardware to the wood, no risers at all

On the low life skating before the blegals got involved

Now they got platinum chains to match they rangs

Understand I’m not hatin, I’m just sayin' that is strange —

That Hosoi’s locked up, Tony Hawk’s got a game

Although, everything’s changed, I still love it the same

Sixteen years later, still doin my thang

This go out to all my ridahz who, don’t gangbang

It used to be so fun, we rode from cops at the spots

Makin' magic, wreakin' havoc in yo' local parking lots

Now let’s ride, for them 15-stair noseslides

Let’s ride, for the homeys pullin' airs backside

Let’s ride, ol' school, Dogtown, Bert Slide

Let’s ride, for every time you bailed but got back up and tried

Now I first startin skatin back in 1986 (WHOO!)

And I still can’t land a motherfuckin kickflip (I know that)

I just like to ride, kickturn, carve the bowl

And my most impressive flatland trick?

Ollie the road

Though I’m not outta control, it’s good for my soul

To go out and test my limits — no coach, no scrimmage

One of the few sports in life that promotes independence

So this is my ode, to everyone who roll

Two trucks and four wheels, those who ride everyday

To develop more skills, and there sure ain’t thang in pain

Seven plaza woodgrain, do the same trick for weeks

'til it drives you insane (AHHH-RGH!)

But when you land that trick, it’s spiritual bliss (Hummmmmm…)

When the vinyl meets the asphalt

Attempted it for weeks, you’ve been workin yo' ASS OFF!

And it’s not about a girl, or some props for your boys

You do it fo' yourself and that sense of inner joy

Now you could ride for fun, flow, am, or pro (shit, I’m a pro)

It’s like underground rap — it’s not about dat dough!

Although it is nice to make loot at what you love

Said by me and James Craig (Whaddup?) talkin' life over grub

Or me and G-Mo's hosted outside the club

And if they don’t let you wear yo' skate shoes, then FUCK them scrubs!

Look, I don’t play ball or organized sports

Catch me at the skate park, in some boarder-type shorts

It’s a quarterpipe sport, skate is sorta like H.O.R.S.E

And we don’t fear pain, it’s a door to life source

And we could make our own fun, we don’t, gotta find a court

It’s as plain as this, we could skate a drainage ditch!

Ride with the homeys, pull the insane and shit

That’ll never get filled, but still it makes you feel

Like a hundred thousand dollas when you hear yo' boys holla (WHOOO!!!)

And this is dedicated to my skateboard scholars

It used to be so fun, we rode from cops at the spots

Makin' magic, wreakin' havoc in yo local parking lots

Now let’s RIDE!

Now on the real though, we’ll take a moment

To say, «Rest In Peace» to all ya favorite skate spots…

Like E.M.B…Lovepark…

Moment of silence…

Rest in peace, Keenan Milton…

Keep ridin…