Toronto street lights

Hold your fingers high show Toronto how we ride

Toronto we ride

Hold your fingers high yelling 6 side

The 9 0 5 ride

Hold your middle fingers high yelling six side

Toronto we ride

Ride till I die yelling 6 side

Headed down lakeshore trying to kick off this traffic

Its quarter past 6 got me feeling like a basket

If you old news you dirty laundry to me you going in the basket

Rep 6 side till you see me in a casket

Nose so big got me feeling like Nixon

Where my boys at need to get my next fix in

We skee on Santa's slay word to dixon

Bring me back down puffin on that chicken

Let curtains draw

Headed on stage for a new applause

Looking for my old crew my entourage

Not a friendly face in sight

He creates a mirage

Blends into the mix like he camouflage

Do it for you

He went from handlebars to handlebars

To singing on stage all the way to Toronto bars

Look up for those kind of stars

Ya those kind of stars

Feeling like Bradley and gaga ya those kind of stars

Toronto street lights

Hold your fingers high show Toronto how we ride

Toronto we ride

Hold your fingers high yelling 6 side

The 9 0 5 ride

Hold your middle fingers high yelling six side

Toronto we ride

Ride till I die yelling 6 side