The way the wheels spin cuttin' through the still wind
And when you back tell all your girls
Come on, come on, come on, come on
When we done, I start it up again
Take a chance with a nigga in the choice ride
Shake off the blues, we all forgettin' more
The backseat is the canvas we paintin' on
Vacationin', V up my V8
Lady tell me this is better than takin' a cab
Yeah, boy that thing
Stuff that brings ecstasy makin' you cling
Abstract the word we creatin' on
Fuel injected brand new inspected
F'real, let a nigga
Do things to make the man in the moon blush
Who lookin' better and damn you lookin' good in it
Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie
Just one night we drive and we escape
No tobacco spillin' on my rug clutch
Got miss napkins and bamboo
The TV's in the back and the dash too
So when you find there's a stash then you don't freak
Don't worry just done get inside
Gonna find a nice spot for the Rover love
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Get wild by any means my incentive is
We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it
Outsiders lookin' in with the ill grin
Got the Armor All touch, empty out the dutch
Don't worry just done get inside
And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near
A little harder than your average hug or grab
Outkast's bangin' loud in my eardrum
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Don't worry, the Tip's past the legal one
Emissions got tested details perfected
Lowride, what happened in the car, yo?
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Oh, I'm a Queens representative
And ride round with you 'cause you my special friend, uh
Ooh, me and you, I think we should ride
Ooh, me and you, I think we should ride
You's a upper echelon piece
To all the lowriders and big-riders
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie
Four point somethin' with a low ride somethin'
You wanna nibble on a nigga ear
Ain't nothin' better than to ride out the hood with it
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Kick off your shoes, show off your peticure
Songwriters: Kamaal Fareed, J Yancey
The second cut, her ride is like art
My mind race but I tell my waist don't rush
You rode around hot-wheelin' drinkin', no earl
And when the evening is over, love
Listen to the CD's, I play inside
Publishers: E.P.H.C.Y. PUBLISHING, POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP
Ooh, me and you, I think we should ride
Don't worry just done get inside