Stolen Bikes/Lyrics

Close your eyes for a second, and try to imagine a city that's kinda bad, but kinda good. It's kinda hard here sometimes. It's hard to make money here. You could probably only get a job at McDonald's or something like that. You can stay alive, though. But with James you never know what's gonna happen...

Verse 1: Everywhere I look, there were bikes going missing The truth of the matter is I'd rather be fishing But I'm a cop, and I gotta do my job And stop those guys who kill and rob We had a feeling that we knew who was behind it We found a letter, and guess who signed it It was James; it said so at the bottom We looked at each other and said, "Yep, we got him." So we started to hand out some posters And the weather was hotter than a toaster At first we didn't have any luck Until we met up with a guy named Chuck Chuck said his bike got took last night But he didn't let it go without putting up a fight James fell down, and he dropped a little map We knew where to find him; he was chilling at the Trap

Hook: 2X Oh, James thinks that he's tough Well, me and my boy Money Maker Mike think we've had enough Beating us up and stealing our bikes It just isn't right; we're coming for you tonight

Verse 2: We got to the Trap; Mike went around the back James busted out the front; he was wearing all black Had a friend inside the truck, so he jumped into the back Hit the gas, man, he was gone just like that But I looked over, and I saw a go-kart I turned the key, hit the gas, but it won't start Then out of nowhere, fires right up Then I spot the truck, and my eyes light up I hit the gas, and I peel out of the driveway I'm hitting corners, and that boy's going sideways But finally, I catch up to the truck But I notice the accelerator's stuck The go-kart spins out of control At full speed, I hit a telephone pole There's nothing left to say; James got away But I knew deep down we would catch him one day

Hook: 2X

Krispy Kreme! That's right baby...and Money Maker Mike, baby. Making another hit for you guys. I know you like this one. That's all we do. We're doing this for 2012, baby! We make one hit, and then we make another hit, and then we make another hit. Uh-huh. We just keep making hits. (Meh neh newp, meh neh newp.) That's all we know how to do, baby! We outta here...that's all we know how to do. We got money to make. You understand that? Peace out. Making classics, son, classics! Yeah!