How She Rolls

She's a pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight Country girl, sticker on her Chevrolet She'd close on an old pine, down by the riverbank Buzz from a cheap wine, first love on a tailgate A summer night in July, bottle rocket flying high Fire popping, body rocking, dropping under the moonlight My baby's all hands in the air, and don't have a care When her song's on the radio A little crazy, with a blue jean tear Gets a RayBan's stare, just about everywhere we go She likes to get down, sipping on coke and crown Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, and that's how she rolls She's a backwards hat, hey boys, what's up? Strawberry lipstick, from a Dixie cup A quick silver tan line, riding shot gun in my truck A charm with a peace sign, around her neck for a little luck My baby's all hands in the air, and don't have a care When her song's on the radio A little crazy, with a blue jean tear Gets a RayBan's stare, just about everywhere we go She likes to get down, sipping on coke and crown Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls Yeah, that's how she rolls My baby's all hands in the air, she don't have a care When her song's on the radio A little crazy, with a blue jean tear Man a RayBan's stare, just about everywhere we go My baby's all hands in the air, don't have a care When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear Gets a RayBan's stare, just about everywhere we go She likes to get down, sipping on coke and crown Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, and that's how she rolls Yeah, that's how she rolls Yeah, that's how she rolls