6 Side by Saf Man Lyrics

Toronto street lights
Hold your fingers high show Toronto how we ride
Toronto we ride
Hold your fingers high yelling 6 side
The 9 0 5 ride
Hold your middle fingers high yelling six side
Toronto we ride
Ride till I die yelling 6 side




Headed down lakeshore trying to kick off this traffic
Its quarter past 6 got me feeling like a basket
If you old news you dirty laundry to me you going in the basket
Rep 6 side till you see me in a casket
Nose so big got me feeling like Nixon
Where my boys at need to get my next fix in
We skee on Santa's slay word to dixon
Bring me back down puffin on that chicken
Let curtains draw
Headed on stage for a new applause
Looking for my old crew my entourage
Not a friendly face in sight
He creates a mirage
Blends into the mix like he camouflage
Do it for you
He went from handlebars to handlebars
To singing on stage all the way to Toronto bars
Look up for those kind of stars
Ya those kind of stars
Feeling like Bradley and gaga ya those kind of stars



Toronto street lights
Hold your fingers high show Toronto how we ride
Toronto we ride
Hold your fingers high yelling 6 side
The 9 0 5 ride
Hold your middle fingers high yelling six side
Toronto we ride
Ride till I die yelling 6 side