Lyrics:

Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me
Brain-dead flow, vegetable, zucchini
I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini
Girls are like school, and I cut 'em like seniors
I'm here to distinguish the bears
Me and B Rich would head to Hurley for weeks worth of Grizzly Straight
Turning 18 was the magic number to buy it over that state line
Yeah, 2010 was a time ago, turning down Dirt Johnson Road
You could tell Tre's house was the place to go from the trucks lined up outside
We were black and mild's, and swisher sweets, Lil Wayne on a burnt CD
Up and down them Theodore streets, in a truck up way too high
Got some Baker Boys looking for a fight, meet us over at the pit tonight
Half a case of warm Busch Light, in a truck up way too high
Me and C Dub and Colby Rogers, taped wrists and cowboy collars
Locked arms, walking to the 50 for the flip on Friday night
We were too cool for school and too cool for prom, skip the dance 'cause the rut was on
Living like we won't live long, but a country boy can survive
With some black and mild's, and swisher sweets, Lil Wayne on a burnt CD
Up and down them Theodore streets, in a truck up way too high
Got some Baker Boys looking for a fight, meet us over at the pit tonight
Half a case of warm Busch Light, in a truck up way too high