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High and dried, tire rubber starts burning |
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Fill her up now before the table starts turning |
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Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up |
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Louie's got the gear and |
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Charlie's got his back up |
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Go, noAnd don't it make you feel good? |
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Says she's a dirt box, you're like a cannibal |
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Somebody feeds her, sure ain't the state farm |
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Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes? |
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Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose |
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Move, that's right, no |
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And don't it make you feel good? |
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Get down, boy |
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Get down, boy |
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Get down, boy |
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Get downDon't mind me, honey, |
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I'm just looking |
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Smelt your chicken and |
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I watched you cooking |
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Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up |
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You're a bad stain and you need to be cleaned up |
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Go, noAnd don't it make you feel good? |
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And don't it make you feel good? |
