It nicee my city is nice look how she pretty look how she pretty watcha now
Pushin’ on my skateboard Pushin’ on my skateboard
Having growing up in a dead end Hawthorn street was it’s name Was always there ’til i´m sixteen Hawthorn street was it’s name
Jumping, over hedges Fires and bicycle races screwing up, and skinned chin We were a bunch of nine boys Se used to share toys and make noise Streetball games, late at night Baseball bat and broken window
Open window, music loud
Closing eyes and rocking crowd Tubbys dubs, and boredom Having growing up in a dead end Hawthorn street was it’s name Was always there ’til I´m sixteen Hawthorn street was it’s name
Having growing up in a dead end Hawthorn street was it’s name Was always there ’til i´m sixteen Hawthorn street was it’s name
Pushin´ on my skateboard Pushin´ on my skateboard Going far far on the boulevard / Bord de Loire seh I’m going far far on the boulevard rock it and jam it at Aucard mi seh we rock it and we jam it like bear superstar
‘cause ah Tours city we come from X2 ‘cause ah Tours city we come from X2
Pushin´ on my skateboard Pushin´ on my skateboard
My father is a cabinet maker And my mama she’s a great painter my brother is a farmer He grow the best ganja And he’s a producer We’re the boys from the valley We know ‘bout the streets and the alleys Sunset on the Simon island This place is a legend…
Having growing up in a dead end Hawthorn street was it’s name
Was always there ’til i´m sixteen Hawthorn street was it’s name
Having growing up in a dead end Hawthorn street was it’s name Was always there ’til i´m sixteen Hawthorn street was it’s name