(chorus) pedal to the medal and i'm leaning to the side / my amplified woofers got my music real high / elbow out the window / elbow out the window / elbow out the window / elbow out the window / cleaner than a whistle from the wheels to the top / holler at your homie when you see me on the block / elbow out the window / elbow out the window / elbow out the window / elbow out the window.
•dipping in my vehicle / leaning and seated low / and i got my amplifier pushing out my stereo / you can hear it a mile away - all the way from my hide a way / get up on that highway -punch the gas and get sideways / and i got my windows down / and i got my elbow out / i'm burning rubber and drifting around a round-about / and i got my muffler pipe - sounding like an old motor bike / intake is a prototype - chip in the dash and i'm rolling light / and i love my car - parked in the grass in my front yard / hit the dash with amour all - wipe it all off then dip to the mall - super unleaded inside my tank / pocket full of money just went to the bank / at a red light burning up my vogues - ready lets go / i'm riding low them air bags got me crawling / bouncing 'round like a spaulding - on a back road and i'm hauling - got a model chick that i'm calling - no knocking no ticking / transmission be shifting - my brand new tires are gripping and i'm out.
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•i'm going places and bending corners and switching lanes / i got my stereo bumping i can't hear anything / my rear view mirror's vibrating so is my license plate / i got a trunk full a amplifiers and speaker crates /and i got my lady and some homies that i'm riding with / i'm throwing dueces out the window as i ride and dip / i'm burning rubber and bumping all thru my neighborhood / i got both hands on my steering wheel and it's made of wood / and i'm on the block - tangueray gin all in my pop sipping / and i'm riding low - mac dre on my stereo dipping/ and i got that heat / two fifteens and infinity tweets / alpine amp underneath my seat - banging that beat / im headed out to my homies house in pasco / kicking up dust like backhoes / taking highways and backroads / with a chick hot like tobasco - no knocking no ticking / transmission be shifting - my brand new tires are gripping and i'm out.
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written and performed by jason f / instrumental by vybe / recorded and mixed by jason f @ the soundlab / mastered by brook floyd at rainmaker studios