Song Lyrics

Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point somethin' with a low ride somethin'
Ain't nothin' better than to ride out the hood with it
Who lookin' better and damn you lookin' good in it
Take a chance with a nigga in a choice ride
Listen to the C-D's I play inside
Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie
Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie
And when the evening is over love
Gonna find a nice spot for the rover love
Do things to make the man in the moon blush
My mind race but I tell my waist don't rush
You's a upper echelon piece
So when you find ? then you don't freak
You want to nibble on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I start it up again
And ride round with you 'cause you my special friend, uh

[Chorus]
Oh, me and you i think we should ride
Come on come on come on come on
Don't worry just done get inside
Come on come on come on come on

The second cut, her ride is like art
We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it
The backseat is the canvas we paintin' on
Abstract the word we creatin' on
The TV's in the back and the dash too
Got miss napkins and bamboo
Don't worry, the tip's past the legal one
Outkast's bangin' loud in my eardrum
The way the wheels spin cuttin' through the still wind
Outsiders lookin' in with the ill grin
Fuel injected brand new inspected
Emissions got tested details perfected
Got the armor all touch empty out the dutch
No tobacco spillin' on my rug clutch
Kick off your shoes show off your pedicure
Shake off the blues we all forgettin' more
Boy that thing
Stuff that brings ecstasy maybe you blink
A little harder than your average ?
Lady tell me this is better than taking a cab
And when you back tell all your girls
You rode around hot-wheelin' drinkin' ?
Vacationing, V up my V8
Just one night we drive and we escape

[Chorus: x2]

James Dewitt Yancey, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed