My system on blast, the trunk starts to rattle, so if she wants to ride I let her jump in the saddle, cause that 5 5 6 kick like a million thoroughbreds, Portishead got the system cranking against your forehead, what's more said I'm looking fresher than I ever been, the veteran whipping so hard it's like S&M, the pipes are so clean they're still trying to settle in, so tell a friend it's me behind the window pane with heela tint, I'm Smokey Rob cruising don't touch the red line, seat back so far I got it feeling like it's bed time, plush as a waterbed Gucci on the headboard, diablo rojo no handles on the red doors, I'm never rushing move at a pace that feels comfy, so every 6 months it's like my break pads are rusty, the tweeters so pretty but the ba** cab is ugly, and got the stash box on deck it's placed in the cutty
She got them big headlights and a heavy undercarriage, and she swings them around like it's very necessary, and she likes to show out it's ben heavy on our marriage, but as long as she rides I told her I won't be embarra**ed cause
She's All Mine
I won't be embarra**ed cause
Woodgrain chrome pedal, high ba** low treble gold bezel I'm something like a pimp you know better, leather got that gator smell riding I'm so content, 5 dimes in the back just to get em broken in, I'm focused slim picture that crop and frame, they say all I care about it getting wrecked and chopping blades, well guilty start reaching for the bail, cause if riding cleans a crime they'll put me underneath the jail, just a couple pints of ale, sniffer in the back panel, California Soul I'm all about my Jack Daniels, I'm so cool I don't even need an ice cube, that pimp feng shui here to put you in the right mood