Released on September 30, 2011

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[Intro: Nick Lupi]

Uh, ayy, Joyride

Check me out, [?]

Lot of these MCs I been hearin' lately

Need to go to sleep with a mirror

Need to wake up to 'emselves


[?] think of that [?]


[Verse 1: Jimmy Nice]

Yeah

When you rock you [?] like you stopped your watch

When I rock, crowds flock, dudes stop to watch

Hands go round like the top of a clock

And the fans don't breathe till we leave the spot

We all got dreams that we chase like [?]

Down by the water like Huckleberry Finny

Crew so beast, let me put you on the skinny, though

Flows [?] but we should just stay innie

Now, anybody in 2010 that got a friend

That say he rap can get a pen and give it a try

But if he ain't called James he's spent half his life

Down the drain, [?] spit flames [?] he ain't like I

They Clark Kent's, they went and bought a suit and tie

[?] planes in the sky try to Superman fly

Some wanna diss, some wanna dickride

Either way you walk, it's a very thin line

Talk's cheap, you can't use Twitter in a fight

You internet fags don't fit my type (Not at all)

We the bold motherfuckers, we the underline

Took time, but out the underground I climb, it's goes


[Chorus: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi]

One for the money and two for the kids

Three for the four, five toys in your clique

From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick

Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick

And it goes, one for the money and two for the kids

Three for the four, five toys in your clique

From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick (Hahaha)

Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick (Yo, Nick)


[Verse 2: Nick Lupi]

Nah

No, you won't need to boost my belief, we gettin' lifted up

The man on the moon, gravity can lick a nut

Sun is in the sky, Jameson is in the cup

Summertime [?] arrive, but we got the windows up

Gettin' my zen on, channellin' my inner monk

I'm feelin' weightless, tireless, dateless, yeah

I'm feelin' good, man, exactly where I should be (Uh)

Feel a certain greatness, damn, this is some good weed (It's good weed)

Live and direct from the middle of the road (Uh)

You seen us at the shows, you know how the story goes (You know it)

Meanest with the flows over any audio, but

This is more important than the glory, you should know, so

Glory to my friends, fuck it, glory to my foes

Anybody on the grind gettin' where they wanna go (Woo!)

Me, I'm in a state interstate blowin' smoke

Tryna make the place shake like the face of Laurie Oakes (Uh, uh, uh)


[Chorus: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi]

One for the money and two for the kids

Three for the four, five toys in your clique

From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick

Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick

And it goes, one for the money and two for the kids

Three for the four, five toys in your clique

From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick

Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick


[Verse 3: Joyride]

Nah, you ain't that sick, but we need ambulances

Got Tony Danza stanzas, who's the boss of the manor?

I'm the boss with some manners, I mind my Ps and Qs

So you're excused if you think that you could fill my shoes

Ain't bein' rude, but if it's about to go down

Feel free to count me in like James Brown

(One, two, three, four) Get on up

And if you lookin' for a sure thing bet on us

'Cause we payin' 'bout a dollar-oh-four

Every time we step off stage, they holler for more

But [?] 'cause every track that One Day's on

Is as big as [?], the house always win

Go on and pop a head spin, [?] fellas

Got the kind of ladies makin' all the haters get jealous

Mm-hmm, they cut like Cialis

'Cause she starin' into my balls like fortune tellers


[Chorus: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi]

One for the money and two for the kids

Three for the four, five toys in your clique

From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick

Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick

And it goes, one for the money and two for the kids

Three for the four, five toys in your clique

From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick

Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick


[Outro: Jimmy Nice]

Nah, you ain't that sick. Come on, man, said you ain't that sick. Be real. What on earth did your quack prescribe to you, player? Splash a bit of water on your face. Man, you ain't that sick. Have a aspirin, sleep it off, feel me? I said you ain't that sick. You been on that Panadeine Forte shit for a minute now. You ain't that sick. Enough shit talk from me. Yeah, we outtie