Impala Boy

[Intro]

Impala boy, bo-boy

Impala boy, b-boy

I-i i-i-impala boy, b-b-bo-bo-boy

I-i i-i-impala boy (Clutch)

[Verse 1]

He was sittin' at the light

In a Mercedes Coupé

Plus he was lookin' kinda right

Then he let back the roof

This dude was cute

And he was bumpin' something too

He was flashed in his wrist game, then the light changed

We switched lanes on Biscayne Blvd

Then a fella rolled up in an Escalade

Said: "what it do, darlin'?"

Said he played for The Marlins

Had a room at The Marlin on Collins

Then he asked me if I wanted to chill

Paint job, big chromic wheels

Well, I had to tell him: "no"

Too young and that ain't really how I roll - what I been lookin' for:

[Pre-Chorus]

Big beep, Bugattis, candy paint, 808 - he got that beat

He'll say: "if you ridin' shotgun mama, roll with me"

Right time, right place, he could see it on my face, he got me weak

Dade county balla-balla whippin' in his Impala-pala

[Chorus]

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Glass pipes, Pirellis sittin' on that heavy Chevy

[Verse 2]

He was beatin' up the block

In a G35

Slowed it down to a complete stop (stop!)

Soon as I walked outside

Threw the coupe in reverse (ooh)

Threw his best game at a young flirt

Got the call from his business, "wanna get with this?"

Said he's only nineteen but he lied

So I kept walkin' when a Tahoe rolled by

Windows blacked out

Made a U with the aisle and

Then he pulled up beside me, he smilin'

Said: "hey shorty, it's hot out here...

Where you goin'? Let me take you there..."

I said: "no, I like the heat

And besides, my boyfriend's comin' for me - he pushin' 'matic"

[Pre-Chorus]

Big beep, Bugattis, candy paint, 808 - he got that beat

He'll say: "if you ridin' shotgun mama, roll with me"

Right time, right place, he could see it on my face, he got me weak

Dade county balla-balla whippin' in his Impala-pala

[Chorus]

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Glass pipes, Pirellis sittin' on that heavy Chevy

[Bridge]

Swear I can feel it when you're bumpin' down the street

Bass set so high it's like a heartbeat, heartbeat

I can't deny it, no - I wanna ride it

Come on, come on

[Chorus x2]

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Glass pipes, Pirellis sittin' on that heavy Chevy

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)

Glass pipes, Pirellis sittin' on that heavy Chevy