Released on January 11, 2012

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[Verse: Jason Madison]

I was ridin down the shaw one day when it hit me

'Man, Gas high as fuck, why don't you cop yourself a Fixie?'

Shit, I was thinking the same thing

Tryna fuckin maintain, and still stay in the the game

Dang, I don't wanna be the one to complain

But instead of coppin chains, I rather grab me a frame, mane

They sayin I'm bout to Lu-Pe out the game

But Fixies don't Kick, They Push right into frame

Got a tattoo of my name and pictures in her folder

Sayin I'm the one, these old niggas is toasted

I'm boastin, ridin with my locs on, posted

Right there on Pico, might get me a taco

Compton Swapmeet, might grab me some khakis

Prolly hit the function, go grab me a baddie

Ridin thru the traffic, bitches gettin at me

I'm callin this a classic, add it to my stat sheet


[Hook: Jason Madison & Mibbs]

I'm ridin on my Fixie, sittin at the light

Twistin up the weed and I'm chillin on my bike

I'm just ridin on my Fixie

Fixie, Fixie

Ridin on my Fixie

Fixie, Fixie

Pushin thru the city and I'm switchin the lanes

I Got my chucks and my dickies

And the bike with the chain

I'm just ridin on my Fixie

Fixie, Fixie

Ri-ridin on my Fixie

Fixie, Fixie


[Verse 2: Jason Madison]

Oh My God he is the man, so you prolly understand

Why this beat is hittin harder than Tsunami's in Japan

RIP to Nate Do-Double G, he was a West Coast legend

Had west coast presence

My bay girl bag it, send me west coast presents

*sniffs* Damn, and it smell like heaven

Through the streets of LA where the trees is almost legal

And I'm ridin on my fixie wit a whole gang of people


[Hook: Jason Madison & Mibbs]

I'm ridin on my Fixie, sittin at the light

Twistin up the weed and I'm chillin on my bike

I'm just ridin on my Fixie

Fixie, Fixie

Ridin on my Fixie

Fixie, Fixie

Pushin thru the city and I'm switchin the lanes

I Got my chucks and my dickies

And the bike with the chain

I'm just ridin on my Fixie

Fixie, Fixie

Ri-Ridin on my Fixie

Fixie, Fixie


[verse 3: Mibbs]

Ok

Good Morning , it's 12:30, hella every

My shoes scuffed, my palms sweaty, my nails dirty

No helmet when I ride mama, don't worry

As far as rap, I'm the number on your Rose jersey

On the road swerving

My homie Jeff pimped the wranglers wit the blown Derby

Like a hipster downtown, doin tricks

Chuckin deuces at you suckas

No I dont do cabs and I never fuck wit buses, I'm disgusted

On my Fixie, ridin on some other shit

Last time we hit Sunset, I got a busted lip

Fuck this shit, this is how we do every night

Spend our whole life rollin thru red lights

Blue and Red bike, call it banging on wax

Bout to cop the all black, still debating on that

Don't ask me if I thrash, nigga I don't skate

But my shit don't stop, I ain't got no brakes, I'm just