| Jumped in a Yukon GMC* | |
| Then I hit the block like T-N-T | |
| And just like C&C | |
| I drive a Music Factory | |
| Actually | |
| I show the block some love, it shows it right back to me | |
| Drivin' hands free on the celly | |
| I'm no fool, low fuel, I'm cool like Fonzarelli | |
| Seats all the way back to the last notch | |
| One hand on my crotch, it's a nice day to ass watch | |
| Seem Sima, two dimes and a Beamer | |
| Who am I? | |
| On my way down to Do Or Die | |
| I get Apocalypse | |
| We see a shorty with a lot of hips | |
| Skin tight jeans and some Prada kicks | |
| Beep beep | |
| We stop in the middle of the street | |
| Double park the jeep | |
| See if she speak | |
| The picture I'm paintin' is so graphic | |
| On my way to scoop Punchline, there's no traffic | |
| [Chorus: ~Big Pooh~] | |
| Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees | |
| Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze | |
| Ladies out | |
| Green all the way, had to stop hardly | |
| The Alpine turn the streets to a block party | |
| Outside the deli | |
| Kids playin' skelly | |
| Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys | |
| Full tank of gas, places to be | |
| Got to go, more people to see | |
| There's no traffic | |
| [Verse 2: ~Stricklin'~] | |
| Lookin' at chicks to pass the time | |
| Her grill's twisted, look how her ass design? (Holla!) | |
| Gave me her number, I passed her mine | |
| Told her I rhyme | |
| Call me up after nine | |
| At that time | |
| Ace pulled up in the ride | |
| Two beeps then I hopped in the passenger side | |
| We bumpin' that EMC shit | |
| We peepin' | |
| Chicks in places and spots we most frequent | |
| Day is different | |
| Get a cut from Doug in the 'ville | |
| Bout to cop some kicks it's flight club | |
| Show love | |
| Get a dog and a drink | |
| This day is sweeter, than a thug rockin' pink | |
| Hot day | |
| It's fun in the sunshine | |
| Music loud, no beef with one time | |
| See a chick with some hips and thick thighs | |
| I invite her to the show tonight | |
| Now let's ride | |
| [Chorus: ~Big Pooh~] | |
| Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees | |
| Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze | |
| Ladies out | |
| Green all the way, had to stop hardly | |
| The Alpine turn the streets to a block party | |
| Outside the deli | |
| Kids playin' skelly | |
| Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys | |
| Full tank of gas, places to be | |
| Got to go, more people to see | |
| There's no traffic | |
| [Verse 3: ~Big Pooh~] | |
| Yeah | |
| Ace call me up about a week ago | |
| Told me come to NY cause he's havin' a show | |
| So I put Tay on the plan, a week went past | |
| Filled up the whip with gas | |
| Let's ride | |
| Who ready for the trip, rear speakers on lean | |
| It's a sunny day, gotta get the car clean | |
| Wipe down the grill and shine the spokes | |
| Car culture homie, ain't no joke | |
| Let's roll | |
| [Phonte:] | |
| Let's go cause me and my wiz | |
| Been arguin', cause she and the kids | |
| Been botherin' me | |
| So I'ma take this trip | |
| Give us some space | |
| Watch my man Ace perform 'Me & The Biz' | |
| With the rest of EMC, NYC gang | |
| Wildin' out up in BB Kings | |
| An hour later, niggas can't wait to eat these wings | |
| We gotta have it | |
| On our way to Skylight Diner there's no traffic | |
| [Chorus: ~Big Pooh~] | |
| Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees | |
| Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze | |
| Ladies out | |
| Green all the way, had to stop hardly | |
| The Alpine turn the streets to a block party | |
| Outside the deli | |
| Kids playin' skelly | |
| Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys | |
| Full tank of gas, places to be | |
| Got to go, more people to see | |
| There's no traffic |