Well there she is undercover, my white wall lover
Take her out and show her off like a movie star
I got all my boys with me, Coolio's looking spiffy
And I'm looking for a safe spot to park the ride
I slipped the man a twenty, the keys to my honey
Said, "Have a back end, a 45"
He assures with a wink and jumps into the front seat
Purring like a kitty, throws her ass in drive
And you can hear it coming, a big 8 humming
Stereo thumping through America still
With the bump bump check, the bass so thick
The line so sick, sitting on stock wheels
65 Diamond Duck inside
With the hula-hoochie shaking by the dashboard light
I gotta keep the chrome brighter than bright
I gotta keep it clean, I gotta keep it tight
Born in the sixties when they still took pride
Making sure beneath you was a
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
The looks, the props
I get when I'm waiting out the light
The cops, the kids, they're checking out the ride
And I, I like a proud daddy I will brag
And dress her up nice but I'm never rocking mags
But if you wanna drag I think you better think twice
A natural born killer still quick and precise
And like a little deuce coupe you wonder what I got
Well it don't stop
I keep a special mix tape out of sight
Margaret now Green and Barry White
'Cause we're on our way up to Inspiration Point
The ladies love to hear I can sexy joint
I hear the submarine races are going on
An armed fella runnin' stretching out a big gun
And I wonder who she likes more, me or the car
Born in the sixties when they still took pride
Making sure beneath you was a
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
I roll Fords fool, I hops Chevys
Cruise Benzes and BMs, smashing out in a GM
See Suburban, flat out, I'm Cadillac'n
Lo-jacking everything so ain't no sense in jacking
Don't you never try to test my spee-ah, b-iah
I put the Viper in see-ah to leave dust on your pe-ah
There they go dumping in a Buick Regal
Still picking up tips like a seagull in a Jeep Eagle
It don't get no better, when you get more cheddar
You get more horsepower and miles per hour
The more the merrier, my paint is cherryier
Than them suckers on the block and I still travel stock
Hubcaps and Vogues, swim trunks and Imperial
Love old school type material
And when we pass through everybody say there they go
Stretch, Rob, and Coolio, loud as hell in your stereo
Born in the sixties when they still took pride
Making sure beneath you was a
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
Swank, swank, ride
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