[Verse 1: Mibbs]

Knucklehead niggas with the bass in the trunk

Bout to bubble like peroxide layin in a cut

Grown ass kids who don't wanna grow up

But we'll have to do it soon cause our money's grown up

But even if I had five mil in the bank

I'mma still put a five dollar bill in the tank

What you thank? I'mma change cause I got a new Range

Fuck that ante up, man who in her got some change

And we lookin for dames with the tight stretch pants

In the big booty stance with no particular plans

They all like to party and so do me and my mans

So we picked a destination and head straight to the sands

That's the beach, for the fam that's at least once a week

Where we grab a couple freaks and show em the coral reef

You know what I mean, it's that sticky Cali Green

And it's out your wildest dreams

Listen to the beat and

Shut up

[Chorus: Mikey Rocks]

Just keep your eyes on the road and

It's best you keep your mouth closed

Stop playin with your cell phone

Cause it's about to get thrown

Just keep your eyes on the road and

It's best to keep your mouth closed

And don't you think about touching my stereo

[Verse 2: BeYoung]

Ayo-yo, ayo-yo

Hop in my bucket baby, let's swing a episode

Hit the mall, trick it all, see how far yo credit go

Daddy need them sweaters Lo, with the Po in front of it

Vote me man of the year, who you think you fuckin' with

Used to get the ugly chicks, now they all country thick

All they get is trips to Roscoe's for them country grits

When I'm on my Southern shit, might hit the Waffle House

Have em gone off the Kush, leave em with the cotton mouth

Bring 'em in, swap 'em out, seat 'em in, knock em down

See them twin woofers beatin' hard time to quiet down

Let me play the pilot now, listen to that vibrant sound

I was Holy Moly when Smoke was singin' "Shop Around"

See my collar? Pop it now, Neiman Marcus shoppin' now

Hair did, nails did, got you lookin proper now

Wow! You stylin' on 'em, flyer than falcons on 'em

This is for my ladies who crazy and got a mouth on 'em

Shut up!

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

Just keep your eyes on the road and

It's best you keep your mouth closed

Stop playin with your cell phone

Cause it's about to get thrown

Just keep your eyes on the road and

It's best to keep your mouth closed

And don't you think about touching my stereo

[Verse 3: Like]

Nah, there ain't another nigga flyer

My bitch so cold you could promote her on the flyer

These ugly chicks hatin' when I'm rollin' up beside her

Bendin' them corners 'til the curb kiss the tires

These herb niggas liars, that's word to the choir

I be with my nigga Dom in Leimert smokin' fire

Where's my lighter? Master Kush in the cypher

In that puff pass motion, but I ain't touchin' yo saliva

You juicy-mouthed it, chickens cluckin' in them hoochie outfits

Swift don't just doctor tracks up, Doogie Howser

Don't talk to me bout fashion dog you be wylin

You still think Coogi stylish, who's ya stylist?

I'm usually loungin', puffin' on some ganja

Bumpin' some Sinatra, cuttin' up some pasta

Smackin' with my elbows on the table, eatin' Lobsters

Napkin over the collar in case I'm sloppy with the sauce-a

Man, shut up

[Chorus: Mikey Rocks and Chuck Inglish]

Just keep your eyes on the road and

You better keep your mouth closed

Stop playin with your cell phone

'Cause it's about to get thrown

Just keep your eyes on the road and

You better keep your mouth closed

And don't you think about touching my stereo