Lyrics
Reuben Walton: In this hanging out in the back in the 'llac/me and my hoes in the club smokin' 'dro in the back/and roll with a backpack/and I hit that bitch with a bat/this one's for all you moms out there: Yeah, I'm a bad ass mutha with a big fat rag/got these niggas on my ass while I toss it up/shawties in the back they still wanna fuck/got these hatas in the back/I can see Beyoncé was walkin' down the street/eatin' all the cheese that she wanted to eat/and they pimped like Perquackey in the 'llackey/
Amber Scanlan: You want a little 'dro, Just call up G-LO/he'll be at your do' in about 24 minutes/and you know in about two hours you'll be drinkin' Hennesey and you'll be so Guiness/you'll be so in it/walkin' 'round in the hallways ballin'/fallin' down and you don't even know where you are crawlin'/hollerin' hollar mountain hollar, drinkin' Mountain Hollar™ cause you-- fuckin' white trash, you like Mountain Hollar, you like Dr. Phil/you like Oprah, you like Jack and Jill/you like Mary Jane, You like Mary Jane?/Is your brain insane?/Is your brain fried, mayne?/Do you take hits of acid, ecstasy, do you take hits of Tech N9ne?/Do you take hits of Tech N9ne? (singing): Takin' hits of Tech N9ne, takin' hits of, Tech N9ne, (spoken):Oh shit, I'm on low. I'm on low, I'm on low/I'm on low I'm gonna drop it to the flo'/how much, how much mo' do you have, dough?/How many doughs do you have, yo?/How many bills do you have, kid?/Huh? Are you gonna answer me?/Are you?
Reuben Walton: (singing) Right 'cause I gotta get a m-move on with my life, it's personal my go go get get a big girl now, big girls don't cry.
Dan Mahoney: To help you and your family, to help you and your family, to help you--
Amber Scanlan: 25 is the speed limit. Reuben Walton: (in background)Hold, I'll hold it here. Amber Scanlan: 25 is the speed limit/gonna ride, gonna push your limit/ (screaming): PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT! PLUMMEL ON A MINE-AWK STREET!/PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT!/And I ride, I ride down the street/I don't know whether I have five feet/or I have five toes or I have ten toes, five on each foot/five toes on each foot, better give it, shove it in your hoot (pronounced with a schwa "oo" as in "book")/shove it in your hoof/shove it-- Reuben Walton (in background, speaking): Do you have any 'dro? Amber Scanlan: Shove it, shove it between your two poofs/shove it between the two, two cheeks that you have/slice, slice the blab and slice the fab/I hear the gab/hearin' the gossip, hearin' the fab, and it's so fab!/fab fab fab fab, break it down, no parking, towaway/I'll tow you away, blow you away/What, do you think you're a pig? You think you're gay?/Ohww, wicky wicky wicky wicky siders road/and I'm a lighter's road/drinkin' apple cider, on the side of the road/I'm on the side of the road, I just ran out of, ran out of, I ran out of gas, I'm on the side, side of the road/I'm on the side of the lane, side of the road/my car won't move anymo' dough/(fading) dough dough, dough. Reuben Walton: Smoke 'dro!!!
Amber Scanlan: Furt frank clothing, on the side of the road/but my name ain't Pam, I'm not a toad/she's homeless, got no home to go to/got no home--fuckin' hobo./ Walk around, faggot/faggot, faggot, you're a faggot!/Fuckin' maggot!/Run around, you fuck a faggot like a laggot/you are (laughs) You talk a lotta slaggot!/Um, do you--, you're a stank-ass hoe, and you rank like chronic in this drank-ass dough!
