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It's like every little boy dreams of being one day It's the little things that count, getting from B to A I've got a ride for the night, I'm onto a killer Cause I can only see you from my rear view mirror I got it hot That's what everybody says I've got a lot There ain't nothing I got I've seen it all I left nothing at all I got it hot Don't try to tell me I'm not She's got a motor from V8 and it's louder than hell He's like a 4 on a flat 6 sitting, rotting in its shell She's got a mean mean matte with some chrome plated kicks He's got a brand new Jag but it ain't worth shit She's got it hot That's what everybody says She's got a lot There ain't no doubt about that She's seen it all No kidding she's seen it all She's got it hot Don't try to tell her she's not She's got it hot That's what everybody says She's got a lot There ain't no doubt about that She's seen it all No kidding she's seen it all She's got it hot She's got it hot, hot, hot, hot yeah! Stick it up the wild side, said the little boy Sweet dreams that high school zero toys Running through the backwoods, certified bushes Treaded with no shoes on, gasps and hushes Lie back, relax, it's all for good You got a ride for the night, I'm from your neighbourhood Adjust yourself now, be the little child Not all things we do may be that divine Run like the motor, sting like the V Counting down the marks like ABC Ready for another round or three I was too young even for a life policy Put the gear low down, on a head trip The great old cruise, a ferry or a spaceship Class rims, sick dials, whole shebang No wonder you ran before she even rang Back beat break down do you know how it feels When you keep falling down back up till your knees In the jungle, real place, with no suntan Pull down your roof, gotta show the Ray Bans Ten years in the making we took it and smiled Don't see no shackles all in the wild Emenes sweet lord with another hit? She's got it real hot and he ain't worth shit And he ain't worth shit