[Chorus: x2]
This is for them Regals, Granddaddy's cutlesses
Stuck-in-town vehicles
The speakers gon' love it
The trucks is all low like I talked about his mother
Drivin' around slow, like there's an accident or somethin'
Ssssskkkkkurrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
[Chuck Inglish:]
Diggin' the dumps, cigar guts into anything
Piggy bank change couldn't break if the ground shake
Earthquake shake and San Andres fault
First-place trophy is the only to race in them
Talk to me dawg, please don't talk at me
I thought I saw the credits runnin on with all that acting
Wass happenin'
Surely {shurly?}
Rerun
[?]
See me with it now like they gotta get theirs tomorrow
Ferrari's [?] naaaa
Phantoms [?] nope!
Triple gold spokes on them Lincoln town cars
Like back when I was driving to the mall where that Circuit City was
Gotta get this installed
[Bridge: Chuck Inglish]
That flip face touch screen remote control and all that
Bass treble biz
And it smells like a loud pack
[That AC fan]
Strawberry air freshners to mix with the scent
Shooting free throws for the win...
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