Shake the Jeep

I see your tits, McGee
Yeah, here we go

Never the one with the keys in hand
Bouncing on the beat, though we came prepared, uh
Me and the homies always take the stairs
Coming up latebloomers, Honorine Jobert
We ain't too classy to be standing in line
But a red velvet rope never matched my grind
I'd rather bring the party back to the block
And rock my Helly Hansen in the chrome Fiat
No dress code, but the mood is vivid
Come through the door, you're either dead or you live it, uh
Me and the crew, we the colorful kind
We keep the time on our watch and the diamonds on our mind

We don't care about the club
We don't sit on champagne seats
No we do it just because
All we want is the boom of the beat to

Shake the Jeep
Shake the Jeep
All we need is the boom of the beat to
Shake the Jeep
Shake the Jeep
All we need is the boom of the beat

Windows down, space invading the sound
I beg your pardon
Just a couple of martians
Cruising in a four wheel marijuana ship
With the kick, snare, kick, take another hit
Holy moly, I feel rhymed like riddles
The rainbow's in my veins like my blood cells Skittles
My eyes are feeling woozy, all my friends got the giggles
Homie turn the music up a little
And back to the track, facts as I swing back
Chopping up the beat like I'm a lumberjack
I don't introspect you to connect
But if you do, then you know where it is, that we're at

We don't care about the club
We don't sit on champagne seats
No we do it just because
All we want is the boom of the beat to

Shake the Jeep
Shake the Jeep
All we need is the boom of the beat to
Shake the Jeep
Shake the Jeep
All we need is the boom of the beat