I Just Wanna Be With You - Sts

Been on my shit since I was knee high

Don’t short me like no

I’m cranking up the volume set my soul free like

Me and and my sinirita (sp?) her body so bonita

The top is coming down the A/C blowing

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

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 don’t chase me

I just wanna be with you

I just wanna be with you (…)

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

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 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, me and Beverley getting our thrills

This is my blueberry hill better yet my New Jersey drive

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