Lyrics:

(Verse)
Praise the Lord, I was born to drive boat
Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel
I'm leaned back with a Les Paul
Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
Spilled dressin on the vest at the festival, the best of all
Had a midget Puerto Rican at my beckon call
Best believe that there was neck involved
Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab
We took acid for ten days straight up to Maui
Started runnin' with the stallions
Playin' frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys
Eyes open, now I know just who my kids kneel
Rocking very loose pants, yeah
Rocking very loose pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Befo I die, take a hot shower

(Hook)
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset

(Verse 2)
By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With a man, the one that swings a hockey stick
I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser
A little machine to make espresso
I heard ya bitch still wears Ecko
Packed trucks behind the blocks at DeCicco
Live from the expo, 's me
I wear the wolf in the winter
Steer the coupe from the center
Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner
I had dreams of fuckin' ? in my Duncans
Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen
(Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen

(Verse 3)
Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand
Except this toy cost eighty grand
And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been
Just from writin' words with a pen
Tell the pilot 'land the plane' on Roosevelt and Main
Put a jacuzzi on the seven train
And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face
I know ya crabs from that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
Shit you barely got sneaker money
So much dick in their mouths, that's why these muthafuckas speakin' funny
You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can't hear ya
(I can't hear ya)
You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can't hear ya
The Magic Johnson of the game
These lames don't want to play with me
Smile on ya face, but I really know you hatin' me
I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see, it's me

(Hook)
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset