Tekstovi: Chucky Boy. Ridin' Out.

(feat. T-Pain)

If you're to behold
Think I know where to go, ridin' now
Hop off in my ride
Put the pedal to the floor, ridin' now
I hit the pedal to
You already know, ridin' now
If you're to behold
Think I know where to go, ridin' now (woah)

Water drops fall to the alley off the side of a building
I'm back in Tampa Florida, what a wonderful feeling
27" wheels on an Oldsmobile
I can damn near stand up under the grill
Big Chuck, T-Pain what the talk is about
Swerve out like I'm tryin' spell my name in the ground
Hit a strip club, toss a couple dollar's out
Yeah Florida State's high, just wild and out
Haters can't even make me cut my music down
Prolly ask how many times I'm a surf around
I'm behind the wheel just to make my engine proud
Wouldn't know where to go if I thought about it

If you're to behold
Think I know where to go, ridin' now
Hop off in my ride
Put the pedal to the floor, ridin' now
I hit the pedal to
You already know, ridin' now
If you're to behold
Think I know where to go, ridin' now (woah)

OK, my girl says she wan' to ride today (come on)
Now she feel like we in a high speed chase (choooo)
We on the Interstate, goin' out of state
We don't conversate, we let the music play (heyyy)
I'm a take her to the perfect place
Call it on the cell phone like "I'm on my way"
Had to make a quick stop at the gas station
Just tell a cashier "Fill up the tank, " (keep the change bitch)
Then I, hopped right back behind the wheel (hey)
Pushed the pedal down 'til it touched the steel (hey)
Roll the windows down, felt the chill (hey)
Words can't describe how I fell, for real

If you're to behold
Think I know where to go, ridin' now
Hop off in my ride
Put the pedal to the floor, ridin' now
I hit the pedal to
You already know, ridin' now
If you're to behold
Think I know where to go, ridin' now (woah)

Gas tank full, wheels real shiny
My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'
Gas-gas tank full, wheels real shiny
My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'
(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)
Gas-gas tank full, wheels real shiny
My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'
(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)
Everytime I accelerate get chills
Top down on the interstate all you... [? ]
(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)

I just want to ride 'til the sun falls out of the sky
So I can let the speakers boom up under the moon (woah)
It's nothin' like the feelin' my engine provides
When I turn the freeway into food
You can't see me when I ride by, so don't even try
To catch up, I'm just too fast to touch
You know I gotta spend the rest of my time in the strip club
Like "What up? My name Chuck" (what up?)
Big timers, 9 to 5ers, turn your radio up a little louder
I spit like a new whip, come get excited
Ride, ride, ride, ride

If you're to behold
Think I know where to go, ridin' now
Hop off in my ride
Put the pedal to the floor, ridin' now
I hit the pedal to
You already know, ridin' now
If you're to behold
Think I know where to go, ridin' now (woah)

Gas tank full, wheels real shiny
My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'
(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)
Gas-gas tank full, wheels real shiny
My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'
(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)
Gas-gas tank full, wheels real shiny
My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'
(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)
Everytime I accelerate get chills