immaculate, it's simply amazin Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'llac Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed I'm on a mission for dime
know where I'm staying Crawling low tip-toeing, in a five double O B-E-N-Z, on dash reclined watching TV Decided what game Playstation, and a Sega cd Later on
the trees broken glass. john lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags. spit shine your black luck now, baby. you turn on the radio, the
on down to this, Before it's come and gone, From TV shows to the radio, What's goin' on?....What's goin' on? What's goin' on?....What's goin' on?.... (
Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV See the ladies give me top for cheapy All they wanna do is just hop on the
drive around in the neighbourhood I want to lose my house I drive around on the freeway, I guess I want to lose myself Turn the key, turn the dial Listen to the radio
by the freeway Misty ice-plant, running water, and plenty of shade There's a few things a modern man begins to miss from the modern world Like a car, a color TV, a radio
is immaculate and is simply amazing Them elbows poking wide on that Candy-lac Trunk open, screen's on, neon's lit with fifth relax I'm on a mission for