I Just Wanna Be With You

[Verse STS] Been on my shit since I was knee high Don't short me like no [Ci?] I'm cranking up the volume set my soul free like [moo-mia?] Me and and my sinirita(sp?) her body so bonita The top is coming down the A/C blowing [?][freea??] She white like coca-ina got A-U on the grill Been shopping for my fetish got 26's on the heel That muscle body build, she must be made of steel I'm into older ladies I feel safer at the wheel, still Knocking like she supposed to be, anybody close to me Know it's going down hear that motor revving heavily Gripping up the ebony switching lanes steadily Blowing on that purple kush I'm higher than the heaven be So catching me is definite, harder than you spec it be That 450 get going fast, blowing like it's ecstasy You get the best of me, nobody next to me My sixty six super sport I call up Beverely [Hook:] You can hit a photo shaking got the Alpine quaking and the bass so blatant All I wanna do is cool Let the music take me put the tool on safety hope the [blue?] don't chase me I just wanna be with you I just wanna be with you (...) [Verse STS] So it's bye bye Ms. American Pie I drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was drys And them good old boys was drinking whiskey and rye They singing this will be the day that I die They coming with me no lie Won't let them get me, my pride won't let them hit me My drive 0-60, in Five-4-3-2-1... I got the jump I got what you want hundred miles and running bumping thumping out my trunk, pump Flying down the e-way making it look so easy You should see my other toys I'm feeling like them Duke boys Hazards signs ahead of me; ready as I'll ever be Talledegha nights a Ricky Bobby type mentality I just wanna go fast I just wanna smoke grass I just wanna lean up in my Chevy let my spokes drag Damn boy, I see them on the shoulder like a tote-bag I don't want no problem with no law when I float passed [Hook:] [Verse STS] I put the peddle to the metal, grip the grain on the wheel Tires screeching like a kettle that shit give me the chills Running, running like a rebel boy you know what it is I'm puffing purple, passing people getting peace on them pigs Outside Atlanta with them bama [at?] polices and shit Boy, I can't see me bid so I proceeds as I'm is I'm riding dirty, UGK, Bun B Pimp C on that bitch I'm in that suped up [supa sport?], me and Beverley getting our thrills This is my blueberry hill better yet my New Jersey drive [Well?] the car ain't stolen, and I'm rolling on I I-85 She is my Bonnie, I'm Clyde and they can't fuck what I drive They can't keep up with our love Baby, it's us until I die So wipe that rust out your eye Get that grease out your grill You hear that bitch you know what it is That's just me and my bitch Knocking me and my bitch Still knocking pictures off the wall, puffing weed with my bitch [Hook:]