Yo I'm a freak. I'm so unique.
I'm rockin' dubs on my Honda Civic.
My woofers woof, my tweeters tweet.
I've got a different ride for every day of the week.
So where my ladies at?
Well come on babies lets go for a ride.
Cause we got stupid cash, we're gonna throw it out the window tonight.
So check it out. (What exactly are we checking out?)
We're just cruisin' around, checking out each other,
checkin' each other out.
This car (this car) I drive in ,
this vehicle that I ride in;
so hard (so hard), so stylin',
Makin all the ladies we pass start cryin'.
Yo, yo do you want, to take a ride?
Lets go baby!
No, she doesn't wanna take a ride.
You gotta check out this ride!
Yo, check out this ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ide
Yo, check out this ri-i-i-i-i-i-iide.
I'm wicked sweet,
I'm rollin' deep
More LCDs than I got seats.
My Kia's smooth, I've been approved.
This credit card will put you in the mood.
I bought a '91 Celica and lowered the back.
I dropped some deuce with some juice on the front of my *GAT*.
And I aint braggin', my back end's draggin'.
I got this fresh whale tail on my lowered covered wagon.
You peeps is gettin' panic attacks
When I roll through Iraq with a sack of phat stacks
And an airbrush of Shaq on my Cizzadalac,
And you know its hard.
I got a haunted house black light under my car.
And I'm freaking people out dawg, woo!
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