I love it when you call me tire poppa'
To all the ladies in the place who ride without brakes
Allow me to place these leather brookses under your tushes
Who rocks tubes and makes moves with all the mommies
At the track with my hubs spinnin' zipps is where you'll find me.

The track with my hubs, bustin laps my crews behind me
Mad skid blastin', pump passin', indie blastin' but I just can't quit
cause one of these fixies biggie's got to creep with.

Bottom bracket don't creak with, top tube steep with why not
Why ride a big shot cause it's money we don't got
Now check it, I got mo track than an NJS purebread
Believe me sweety, I've got a bike that's hella speedy

No need to ride a "leady" I've got mad bros with kilos
Vinyls by the layers, true hipster players
Jump on the clover (colnago) and come over
Tell your friends ride on the MUP, the bike path by the sea.

I love it when you call me skid stoppa'
Throw your arrospoks in the air if you's a tru playa
I love it when you call me tire poppa'
To all the honeys gettin money selling conversions to dummies
I love it when you call me bar droppa'
If you've got a chain around your waist please lock your bike through the stays. Why?
Cause I see some fixies tonight that should be baby, baby uh.