High and dry, the tire rubber starts burning
Fill her up now before the tables start turning
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Louis's got the gear, and Charles has got the backup
Move
And don't it make you feel good?
You say she's a dirt-bag, sure like a cannibal
Somebody feeds her, sure ain't the state farm
Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes
Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose
Move
And don't it make you feel good?
Don't mind me, honey, I'm just looking
Smelled your chicken and I watched you cooking
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
You're a bad thing and you need to be cleaned up
Go
And don't it make you feel good?
Go
And don't it make you feel good?
Get down
B-boy
Move
B-boy
Get down
Go
And don't it make you feel good?
Go
And don't it make you feel good?
Get down
B-boy
Move
B-boy
Get down
Go
And don't it make you feel good?
Get down
B-boy
Move
B-boy
Get down
Move
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Go
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Move
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Move
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
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