| Still ridin' in the metro | 
| Listenin' to some KenLo | 
| Funkiness I do bring | 
| Smells like cigarettes and poutine | 
| Yeah I’m still ridin' in the metro | 
| Listenin' to some Kenlo | 
| Funkiness I do bring | 
| Smells like cigarettes and poutine | 
| I’m still ridin' ridin' and ridin' around | 
| But don’t kill my vibe | 
| We just chill | 
| Yeah just chill | 
| I’m still ridin' ridin' and ridin' around | 
| But don’t kill my vibe | 
| We just chill | 
| Funkiness I do bring | 
| Smells like cigarettes and poutine | 
| I’m still… | 
| Fighting with my mom, I don’t smoke | 
| But she said that she can smell it on my clothes | 
| The city scent embedded in my bones | 
| PiuPiu funk stink, everywhere I go | 
| When I roll to a function | 
| Best believe that they rollin' up some spliffs | 
| Am I puffin'? | 
| Hell no ! | 
| But I’ll come with, when y’all dumb lit and done | 
| Get the munchies, hit the Belle Pro | 
| Cough through the cigarette smoke | 
| Get your order now we back on St-Lau | 
| Oh hel-lo | 
| Her friend slurred «Leave her alone cause you smell like the cheapest cologne | 
| From the Pharmaprix» | 
| Excuse you girl, pardon she | 
| Made a mistake like the condom’s weak | 
| I was talkin' to the broad across the street | 
| So take your drunk ass home and go vomit please | 
| We… | 
| Still ridin' in the metro | 
| Listenin' to some Kenlo | 
| Funkiness I do bring | 
| Smells like cigarettes and poutine | 
| Yeah I’m still ridin' in the metro | 
| Listenin' to some Kenlo | 
| Funkiness I do bring | 
| Smells like cigarettes and poutine | 
| I’m still… | 
| I’m just | 
| Falling through how I’m supposed to do | 
| And thus | 
| Staying true to how the culture moves | 
| This for when you got the Opus Blues | 
| Stressed out like an ulcer do | 
| Life is like a roller coaster do, you | 
| Understand young man lemme coach you moves | 
| And um | 
| Ain’t no need to thank me | 
| As long as the dank green | 
| Like the bank be | 
| Might find me smokin' up and rollin' up at Banquise | 
| If you knew me | 
| You know I roll them doobies | 
| And I blaze well might find me a Rachel | 
| Those are boobies with my poutine | 
| Still ridin' in the metro | 
| Listenin' to some Kenlo | 
| Funkiness I do bring | 
| Smells like cigarettes and poutine |