Dumb ****.

Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!

You can find me, drinking an ice cold loaded Bud.
Passin' clubs and pubs, gettin' p***ed at passengers.
"Move it, bud", or I'll come and get you mugged.
Swear and cuss, mean slugs, and fingers flung.
And it's all because, I'm goin' through enough stress.
Chevy navigatin', fully loaded up on fumes.
It is blood red painted, cops fainted.
While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it.
How me and cops drink wit Bill hung wit' a buzz. {Dumb ****!}
So feel me when I'm drivin', screamin' loud. Huh?
I'm late to work, and I'm loud
Run the limit for a cause.
Drive ten miles above the law.
Playin' my stations now.
I heard a freakin' dumb song.
Britney Spear's fame, and her glammer.
Gonna crush 'em with a hammer.
No, I ain't hooked on Ebonics, groups like Tonic and Kronic.
A. Morisette's song "Ironic", her voice is like an onyx.
Lunatic till I don't drive.
I'm drivin' to a game with the Bulls and Sonics.

Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!
Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!

You say drunken punks can't be wild jiggas.
Unlike niggas, O.K. Corral kickers.
Foul swear words, run up in the bustin the jam jigga.
Who's a Jigga, Jay Z is another type of Jigga.
Now nigga, come to the left and watch me swear at ya'.
Middle finga's, what you givin' when I'm around, Jigga.
My finger, Iyou're in **** when I step on the gas, Jigga.
Say now, can you drunks come out and drink now.
Ready to burn some dust any day now.
Drive by my rules fool, and don't drive when you're high.
May I, answer the cop's question like hey I,
Say hi, with a finger not the index.
>From Chicago to Memphis,
>From Texas back up to INDIANA. China Town's.
Their speed limits fifteen miles, but in L.A.
We just drive mad in our Pintos, but in Louisiana.
We are swearin' highway grammar.
At least not in Savanah.
But hey, we're right beside gamblin' city in Atlanta.

Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!
Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!

Like the show CAT'S to make my blood pressure run.
So you driva's quit actin' silly mon, KID quit tryin' to speed up, man!
Swearin' at me and I need it mon, Hoe you're not in Phily now.
This ain't no show DIGIMON, so go to your household mom.
Holler and bleep me off, flick me off.
Doin' 50, speedin' deeper than any man.
Through JcPenny's mall.
Through the highways and the by-ways, wit' a nice Jigga.
Cops jiggin', snatch up all yo' money, jiggas, ice finger.
All over close, I never sober, but broke
To havin' dough, because I hit my dog, Rover.
I swearin' like Jehovah.
Let me in now!
Stuck in traffic now!
Police men, sheriffs please let me in. Right now,
I got money to earn from work now. Hear now,
Drivin' my funky Benz now,
Woo hearin' a lesbian curse now, at me now.
Through the light, I make it to work now.

Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!
Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!