Let me tell you what I'm finna do
Click the belt, check the mirrors, stick my hands at ten and two
I can fit up to ten of you, my ride is like a bus to me
I'm living that minivan life, now that's what I call luxury
AM/FM stereo, ca**ette deck and a disk drive
Golden retrievers the only woofers up in this ride
I don't take that ba** route, I make the tweeters shout
Otherwise, these Bridge beats would likely blow my speakers out
"Yo are we there yet?" Aye, homie, don't trip
Every single ride in my ride's like a road trip
"But why the AC always gotta be broken?"
We'll stop and get a mega gulp so we can take a cold sip
So I heard you got your ride pimped on MTV
But I guarantee I get better MPG
I'm riding with my family sitting next to me
You're going 90 with your arm around an empty seat
I see you in that tight whip without the extra rows of seat
How you supposed to fit all of your kids and all your groceries
Yeah, you got it tricked out, cowabunga radical
But real gangsters always choose affordable and practical
Maybe I'm geeking out a bit, some call me a band nerd
Cause I get excited when the cup holders come standard
If I see a slug bug, expect a couple of love taps
People getting blinded by the shine coming off my hubcaps
I'm in the carpool lane when I'm on the road
Bumper stickers show my kids made the honor roll
Stick figures on the back show my crew roll deep
We in the Wild Wild West, straight Kool Moe Dee
You can keep your headlights rocking LEDs
I keep a diaper bag stocked and a bottle of Febreeze
This is how I roll cause I'm living dad life, WHAT!
You can keep your Lambo doors my doors slide shut
Minivan!
My car seats up to nine car seats
Minivan!
Fire up the jets, load the babies, soccer nets, and pets in my
Minivan!