i'm in ya lane with my lac
woofers bangin in the back
i'm in ya lane with my chevy
hope the whole world hear me
ss digital dash bucket seats
trunk goin gorilla the whole box frame rattlin glass 5 mph down the ave
doors swingin eyes hangin off the paintjob
stars give the same mirage bendin corners hard
foot hangin thru the door
got the whole hood bangin
bet they hear me out in compton
right here from harsh ave
muscle truck extended cab
73 caprice choppin niggas lose they mind when they see it slapp
boppas love to hear it slapp
tv's in the front and back
that's how we be rollin out showin out 15's 18's we be blowin out
weak niggas think they doin sumn until i pull up and drown em out
still unruly when we come thru ya residential alpines beatin 18's crackin pencils
shatter muscle car dreams
when the chevy impala leans
from the flick of the switch
make it start dancin down the streets
like in new orleans sounds like a second line is in the backseat
got the block feudin on what color i'm ridin
sunk so low it looks like i'm hidin
queen passenger seat ridin
car reflects everything that i am
classic and old skool mixed with new skool
fully dressed new shoes cleaner than a whistle be
sittin so high you need stairs when you enter the v"