Rolling now.
Did you record that?
You want me to do it again for recording purposes?
Yeah.
You rolling?
Hey, New York City, it's cold and it's damp.
And all that music sounds like junkies.
Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos.
That town's just a little bit too rugged
for you and me,
you bad girl.
Rolling down the parallel highway,
the big air at the ready at my side,
sand and the winds blowing hot sun and all,
and we was born to ride.
Roll up the window,
put down the top,
crank up the beats,
boys,
baby,
don't let the music stop.
We're going to ride it too.
Just can't ride it no more.
From the south bay to the valley,
from the west side
to the east side, everybody very happy.
The sun is shining all the time.
Looks like another perfect day.
I love LA. We love it.
I love LA. We love it.
Oh,
look at that mountain.
Look at that tree.
Look at that bum over there, man.
He's down on his knees.
Look at these women.
There ain't nothing like them, no.
Well,
Century Boulevard,
we love it.
Victory Boulevard,
we love it.
Parthenia Street,
we love it.
Sixth Street, we love it.
We love it.
We love it.