Say what

Look at that ,candy paint drippin wet,26's for the shoesss,you can bet that motor ready,chromed out chevy,with peanut butter guts,sittin high, im temporarily indesposed ,box chevy 454,all I can say is ,say what,

My style is a little high class,I like my woman with lots of ass,I drive way to fast ,my foot is on the gas,loud pipes ,snortin,growlin,im goin all out in this motherfucker, it's Ronnie Mac baby, there is no other,ohhh no he didnt,ummhmm ,I think he did,showed up,ummhmm,showed out ,I cant hear you,Say what.

Im rolling gripping on that wood grain,don't worry about how im leaning baby it's a country thang,s,s,on the side of that square box chevy,she lookin good, she ready,2 15's,shakin everything around me ,give me fifty feet when im drivin,I be clownin on these streets watch the smoke roll,it sounds like thunder everywhere i gooo,,I cant hear you talking, say what.