From the recording SCIENTAL O.G.

Lyrics

nobody’s impressed everyones a critic
how much can I give ya just ta b specific
if i’m a candle in the wind lighting my own path
dont be downwind it smells like my armpits
kinda nervous when I go into the chorus
can I hit the high notes collect enough votes
i’m small and gigantic floatlike titanic
I can see the end from here so I gots no time to panic

I’m gonna ride till Ma wheels fall off
I’m gonna ride till Ma wheels fall off
West coast when my engine stalls
and I’m on your block

Down Slauson fry ya own fish
down Compton make ya own wish
Wilmington on the slow creeper
left Ma heart back on greenleafer
White picket fence on black wall street
If people are crayons lets go green
one mother earth cruising one street
One time pusher dope put us all to fucking sleep

I’m gonna ride till Ma wheels fall off
I’m gonna ride till Ma wheels fall off
I can walk back east y’all can join me if ya want

Eleven Seven numbers my brethren
multiply unify no one forced to testify
cuz nobody bigger or better than the others
stereo listening rely on one another
dont fall for the cell makers who rely on the
hellraisers to plea bargain a short sentence
into leverage ending in revenge and then
they do it all again false bravados fund this economic trend

I’m gonna ride till Ma wheels fall off
I’m gonna ride till Ma wheels fall off
jump out Pop the trunk when the wheels fall off