So-Cal V8

Rock star, rock star, I am such an art star Shut down the critics, I drive such a fast car Justify and get left behind First gear, second gear, third gear, it's alright Pop song, pop song, you are not a wrong song You give me the chills, and it feels just like God, my friend, don't get left behind First gear, second gear, third gear, it's alright I've got the power Driving ninety miles an hour Burning rubber I leave the pigs in the dust So, Cal V8, freaky white chick in a pink dashiki So, Cal V8, Pammy's on a bummer And not even peaking So, Cal Southern Cal-I-forn-I-a Cherry, cherry, so good it's scary No go, no go, you drive a show boat Not a fad or a blast from the past It's alright So, Cal V8, Bob is on the corner Singing for some scratch So, Cal V8, Chuck Kelley selling mama's stash So Cal V8, just looking for some easy action So Cal V8, just looking for some satisfaction In the South Bay, in the South Bay Yeah, in the South Bay Lose your mind in the South Bay

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