| I know it turns you on when I bury the needle
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| Got your hands on your face, and you’re scared to peek through
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| But that speed does something to your body that excites you
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| The NOS gets you off, the nitrous ignites you
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| There’s lights in my rear view, and streets I steer through
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| With woofers up so loud, what? |
| I can’t hear you
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| Lets skip the chit chat, shut up and sit back
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| I’m a teach you how to drive stick, now grip that
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| Amateurs hit the do', can’t get it if you slow
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| Why I need a chick who can’t handle it like a pro
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| Workin those curves that can flip my whip
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| Grip them hips like my tires grip the strip
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| You hear my speakers pump, makin you scream when I beat it up
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| I got your engine revin just to heat it up
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| Hit it fast till whiplash affects your neck
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| This ain’t bout racin it’s all bout um um
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| I know you want to hold it, but its hard to control it
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| I drive it like I stole it, drive it I stole it
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| I push it till I roll it, and somebody gotta tow it
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| I drive it like I stole it, drive it I stole it
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| I give gas to the ass and spin it around
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| And the centrifugal force is pinnin you down
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| A lot of these broads are brainless, barely an acquaintance
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| Who’ll probably give me brains if I pull up in a vanquish
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| Advanced and tricked out when I pull the whip out my garage
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| She’s like oh my gosh and flipped out
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| Gettin' out calm, activate the alarm
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| Pimped out, incognito, and tinted out
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| A superstar in the car, people tryin to figure out
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| Got you in the back seat, make it rock, two shocks squeak
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| We’ll freak in the parking lot, spot two cops creep
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| If you wanna ride, I wanna know how it feel inside
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| Rotate the bass so you feel it side to side
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| Shift into fifth, so she quickly reached down
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| She needs more speed now |