Let me tell you what I'm finna do

Click the belt, check the mirrors, stick my hands at ten and two

I can fit up to ten of you, my ride is like a bus to me

I'm living that minivan life, now that's what I call luxury

AM/FM stereo, cassette deck and a disk drive

Golden retrievers the only woofers up in this ride

I don't take that bass route, I make the tweeters shout

Otherwise, these Bridge beats would likely blow my speakers out

"Yo are we there yet?" Aye, homie, don't trip

Every single ride in my ride's like a road trip

"But why the AC always gotta be broken?"

We'll stop and get a mega gulp so we can take a cold sip

So I heard you got your ride pimped on MTV

But I guarantee I get better MPG

I'm riding with my family sitting next to me

You're going 90 with your arm around an empty seat

I see you in that tight whip without the extra rows of seat

How you supposed to fit all of your kids and all your groceries

Yeah, you got it tricked out, cowabunga radical

But real gangsters always choose affordable and practical

Maybe I'm geeking out a bit, some call me a band nerd

Cause I get excited when the cup holders come standard

If I see a slug bug, expect a couple of love taps

People getting blinded by the shine coming off my hubcaps

I'm in the carpool lane when I'm on the road

Bumper stickers show my kids made the honor roll

Stick figures on the back show my crew roll deep

We in the Wild Wild West, straight Kool Moe Dee

You can keep your headlights rocking LEDs

I keep a diaper bag stocked and a bottle of Febreeze

This is how I roll cause I'm living dad life, WHAT!

You can keep your Lambo doors my doors slide shut

Minivan!

My car seats up to nine car seats

Minivan!

Fire up the jets, load the babies, soccer nets, and pets in my

Minivan!