Let’s Ride

It’s that big boy box Chevy rims high gears low

one side suicide the other side butterfly check the bowlin’ ball paint job

rag top, keep them seats laid back

Interior lookin’ like a Learjet leather seats front to back

From the driveway to the highway got strawberry ashes dripping on the wood grain

headed for the interstate

Take a ride get inside, time to fly down I 95

Trunk loaded, we ridin’ heavy speakers bumpin’ so damn loud it makes ya chest thump

Some call it Southern Livin’

But this is a lil’ Carolina Pride from the Queen City to Fayetteville you know how they get down, head out the window screamin’ let’s get it til I die!!

Take a ride get inside, time to take the glide down 85

in Atlanta they call it Puttin’ on for they city, Bankhead to Marietta, you know they roll heavy

Take a ride get inside, time to hit the gas right to left on I 10

Down in Florida if ya hear “Put the map on the dashboard” it’s time to roll out

Windows getting blown out, bass so loud it’ll make ya lips numb

Take a ride get inside, interstate 26 is where the party on wheels at

Down in South Carolina they ridin’ high in the front low in the back kinda like rockin’ a mullet ya know business in the front party in the back

Whip loaded front to back on a Saturday night talkin’ bout where the action at