Rideout Chick

(альбом: Welcome Home - 2010)

She got a body like a God almighty
Hot as a pistol
Drinking liquor out the bottle
Got a friend named Crystal
Done away with the past
She left it dead in the Chevy
My little runaway Whinnie
Got my back and she ready
Booty shorts in beetle
Tramp stamp with Adidas
And I think she trying to bust my speakers

She grew up around the corner, father was a stoner
Mother been gone since shorty was around 10
Now she's 'bout 19, cussing like a sailor
Smoking (a Capri), and sipping up on her Jager
Flipping off the cops, tell her stop,
but she don't care
Says she just want to have a little fun, no fair
Got her feet up on the dash
Laughing, smoking up my stash
Says she don't care where we going
Just as long as we're going fast

[Chorus]
And she knows I love her
And I'd do anything for her

She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
12-pack right beside her
And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
Even if I don't wife her
My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
Swear she got it going on
Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me
Just as long as I don't take her home

And we high, and she bumping T.I.
Ain't she something
She fly, and she loves me
She says but she lies
And she steals, and she drinks like a man
She got moves
Watch her work it and drop it
Wiggle, jiggle, and pop it

And she's kinda spacey, maybe little crazy
Throwing beer cans at the speed limit signs
While we whipping through the back roads
Young, but she acts old
Head out the window to let her long hair blow
Wants to go out to Vegas to make us some big dough
Pedal to the floor baby, careful what you ask for
Got her feet up on the dash
Laughing, smoking up my stash
Says she don't care where we going just as long as we're going fast

[Chorus]
And she knows I love her
And I'd do anything for her

She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
12-pack right beside her
And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
Even if I don't wife her
My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
Swear she got it going on
Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home

We're like Mickey and Mallory,
Whiling out on the run
Hate it for whoever gotta
clean up the mess when we're done
We're fucking shots at the moon
Tearing up motel rooms
We set the night on fire
Just for the smell of the fumes
She got my back, I got hers
Her bond is left, and not words
Living life on the edge
Fast as we can in a blur
She's my rideout chick
And the chick don't snitch
We gon' run it til the wheels fall off in this bitch

[Chorus]
And she knows I love her
And I'd do anything for her

She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
12-pack right beside her
And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
Even if I don't wife her
My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
Swear she got it going on
Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home

She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
12-pack right beside her
And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
Even if I don't wife her
My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
Swear she got it going on
Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home