Back Seat

(álbum: 14 Shots To The Dome - 1993)

Ah yeah
I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide
City to city, ghetto to ghetto
Some flavor for you and yours
And your jeep

You're the type of girl that got class and style
Still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while
So I pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for
Uh, hardcore
I know you wanna come...in my jeep
We can park on a back street
You're checking out my carphone, scoping out my jewelry
Let's do this in a hurry
Air freshener is kicking, drive through for chicken
I know you need a good sticking
That's when I see my man Snoop
Peace, what up kid? Lounging duke
As I turn the corner, staring in your cornea
You're getting hornier and hornier
I'm pumping up a blend tape (flavor)
You're legs is incredible, I do a double take
You're putting on your lipstick
I wanna give you this big fat...(yeah)
Quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep
(Where at?) back seat of my jeep

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep—

I'm pulling over near your building
I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chilling
I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this
You got class but deep down you're real freakish
You got it all, but you never had a wild episode
That's when me and my jeep showed
Up with the funk in the trunk and
Hitting it, we're spunking
I'll even get you drunk and tipsy
'Cause I know you're feeling frisky
You love it 'cause it's wild and risky
You got your eyes on the hood
You're up to no good
I took you in the back, you hoped I would
You got your black on black so stacked in the back
While I'm pumping it the CD will skip a track
Windows are foggy
And, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby
And you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets
I give it to you real raw in the backseat
That's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah)
You'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah)
Don't lie
Take it in your eye (Why?)
So buckle up, buckle up
What's my name? What's my name? What's my name? What's my name? Huh
I never knew a four-wheel drive could be so live
I'll put your numbers in the archives
So take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl
It's my jeep and your world
You got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing
'Cause I can tell you wanna swing

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep—

We're boning on the dark blocks
Wearing out the shocks, wetting up the dashboard clock
Seats full of sweat, I told ya I would get it
Your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it
Working as a team
Somebody, anybody (scream)
Jump with me to the casbah
I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins going "wah"
Damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip
You're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip
You go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah)
You're so cute, with your gold tooth
Extensions on the carpet
That nice 'round brown is my target
It's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy
I love it when it's pushy
But don't laugh, I'm serious with this (word up)
The back seat of my jeep is priceless
You're climaxing, you're climaxing, it's full action
You love a good waxing, it's so relaxing
Ah, give me a hug
See what I'm saying love?

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep—