c’mon mom, can i borrow the keys? my generation is car pooling with doom and disease
buckle up skipper, the new american asterix, you’re riding shotty with jesus of nascareth
at the end of the day we all sittin’ on 24’s, 365 horses, no horseshit
with nothing but a learners permit, delinquents on the autobahn poppin’ our airbags off worthless
i’m not depressed man, im just a fuckin’ new yorker, who knows that sittin’ in traffic with these bastards is torture
i’ll be in a jalopy with a mami getting head rest, and howl at the glowing moon roof as proof that im not dead yet
and y’all can all give me the hummer, cause in the meantime, i’ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er
this is the el product summer, with a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin number

drive drive drive
hopped in the hooptie screamin freedom is mine
drive drive drive drive
bumpin the tune i so conveniently provide
drive drive drive drive drive drive
don’t have to be flashy i’ll use any old ride
drive drive drive drive
hop in the whip and peel away stay alive

cars slide by with the boomin’ system, like new york is fallujah with metal gear using christians,
posted up for the gods of oil mining, in a military humvee with no bullet proof siding (sorry fellas)
brooklyn baby, i’m waterlocked walkin’ nervous, when the curfew was imposed closing transportational service
this gonzomatic fear turns me hunter s thompson, with my lawyer leaning over the side view mirror vomiting
you call ‘em windows i call ‘em asbestos lesseners, for this wheezing in my chest i’ll need more than fuckin’ air fresheners
there ain’t no easy pass, hands on the dash, you’ll get rocked in the casba if the movements too fast
here come the cannon balls, run, get in your gremlin
the days of thunder creepin’ up sooner than you expected
paranoid brethren disable their onstar knowing they’ll trace us, pull us over and shout “get out le car”

drive drive drive
hopped in the hooptie screamin freedom is mine
drive drive drive drive
bumpin the tune i so conveniently provide
drive drive drive drive drive drive
don’t have to be flashy i’ll use any old ride
drive drive drive drive
hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive

these tv thugs got the heart of herbie the luv bug
it don’t take a speed racing mind to see that they’re just stuck
ill wrap your promo truck with a nambla stencil to prove that you’re fuckin’ babies frontin’ up in a rental
i knew a kid who navigated it slippery and fuel injected a speed ball on his way to atlantic city,
out the race before even making his mark and now he’ll never pick his shit up out of long term parking
my triple a card has one too many initials, and autobot on the fringe of liquid addiction spinnin’ fish-tails
about to careen on some toonces shit off cliff, but love of the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins
camu was like “fuck it just keep the beats dirty dusty,” i grabbed the cd radio like “10/4 good buddy”
i’ll keep running the track, even when muddy
cause my insurance don’t cover leaving behind the pit crew that love me so i drive

drive drive drive
hopped in the hooptie screamin freedom is mine
drive drive drive drive
bumpin the tune i so conveniently provide
drive drive drive drive drive drive
don’t have to be flashy i’ll use any old ride
drive drive drive drive
hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive