She grew up on the West Coast
Quicker than her daddy's gun
Got my southern heartbeat
Racing more than Perpin doesCause everytime the sun's down
(We're out)
Rolling til the daybreak
But everybody's two cents
(Knock her down)
When you're gonna roll with me
So ride with me baby
I'll burn up my heart
We're up to no good, baby
We're young and in love
But I want ya bad
What's wrong with that
Let them say what they want
While me and my girl just
Ri-i-i-i Ri-i-i-i
Ri-i-i-ide
While me and my girl just
RideA rebel after midnight
That pretty little casualty
The world's got her hot-wired
Feeling things that she shouldn't be
I know she makes me feel electric
(Hell, yeah)
Living on a flatline
Impossibly, I'm in and out of love
With a ride or dieSo let's
Ri-i-i-i Ri-i-i-i
Ri-i-i-ide
While me and my girl just
Ri-i-i-i Ri-i-i-i
Ri-i-i-ide
While me and my girl just ride
Oh, oh, ohSo tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting
For a ride aroundCome around, take it West bound
Baby, if they keep on talking
That shit, let 'em talk to thisSo ride with me baby
I'll burn up my heart
We're up to no good, baby
So young and in love
But I want ya bad
What's wrong with that
Let them say what they want
While me and my girl just
Ri-i-i-i-i-i-ide
While me and my girl just
Ri-i-i-i Ri-i-i-i
Ri-i-i-ideRi-i-i-i Ri-i-i-i
Ri-i-i-ide
While me and my girl
While me and my girl
While me and that girl just rideShe grew up on the West coast
That pretty little bad girl
She grew up on the West coast
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