(Intro) [Ad-lib] (Yuh, yuh, what?) [Ad-lib] (Alice on the track, ayy) [Ad-lib] (Let's get it) (Verse 1) [Mumble Rap, Storytelling, Laid-back] Got that '08 four-side, color is beige Used to be invisible, turnin' a new page Saved up my checks from that minimum wage Decided my commuter needed a new stage Had a vision, somethin' shiny and grand The baddest little import in all of the land They said "The bolts won't fit," I didn't understand Dropped the whole stack right into their hand (Pre-Chorus) [Rhythmic Chanting, Build-up] Pulled up to the shop, said "make it amazing" Mechanic lookin' at me, thinkin' I'm crazy Said "Son, the suspension is gonna be lazy" I said "Man, just do it, don't get hazy!" (Chorus) [Crunk, Hype, Dirty South Chant, a style reminiscent of crunk music pioneers] TWENTIES ON THE CIVIC, YUH! RUBBIN' ON THE FENDER WHEN I PIVOT, AYY! LOOKIN' LIKE A SKATEBOARD, I ADMIT IT, WHAT? BUT YOU SEE ME ROLLIN', SO YOU GET IT, GET IT! TWENTIES ON THE CIVIC, AYY! EVERY SINGLE POTHOLE, I'mma FEEL IT, YUH! FUEL GAUGE DROPPIN' FAST, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, HUH? BUT I'M LOOKIN' FRESH, CAN YOU DIG IT? DIG IT! (Verse 2) [Confident Rap, Playful bragging] Scrapin' on the speed bump, makin' a racket VTEC kickin', barely makin' a packet Of momentum, but the sparkle is major Turnin' every head, I'm the main-street wager They ain't seein' horsepower, they just seein' the chrome Think I'm sittin' on a fortune, right outside my home Gas station attendant is shakin' his head I just give him a nod, leave his judgments unsaid (Pre-Chorus) [Rhythmic Chanting, Build-up] Parking lot is trouble, gotta take it real wide Got a three-point-turn that's a forty-foot slide Manager at work says "That can't be your ride" I just smile at him, nothin' to hide! (Chorus) [Crunk, Hype, Dirty South Chant, a style reminiscent of crunk music pioneers] TWENTIES ON THE CIVIC, YUH! RUBBIN' ON THE FENDER WHEN I PIVOT, AYY! LOOKIN' LIKE A SKATEBOARD, I ADMIT IT, WHAT? BUT YOU SEE ME ROLLIN', SO YOU GET IT, GET IT! TWENTIES ON THE CIVIC, AYY! EVERY SINGLE POTHOLE, I'mma FEEL IT, YUH! FUEL GAUGE DROPPIN' FAST, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, HUH? BUT I'M LOOKIN' FRESH, CAN YOU DIG IT? DIG IT! (Bridge) [Melodic Rap, a style reminiscent of early 2000s southern melodic artists with heavy vocal effects] Yeah, the ride ain't smooth, and the turnin' is wide Feels like the ground is just a little too high But when the sun hits the spin, got a different kind of pride This ain't a fantasy, it's my four-cylinder ride... my glorious ride (Outro) [Ad-libs over a fading 808 bassline] (Twenties on the Civic...) (Yuh, just like that) (Scrape... scrape... skrrt!) [Sound of a car scraping gently on pavement, followed by a small engine revving] (Still gettin' forty to the gallon... probably) (Haha, gone!)
