High and dried, tire rubber starts burning
Fill her up now before the table starts turning
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Louies got the gear and Charlies got his back up
Go, no
And dont it make you feel good?
Says shes a dirt box, youre like a cannibal
Somebody feeds her, sure aint the state farm
Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes?
Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose
Move, thats right, no
And dont it make you feel good?
Get down, boy
Get down, boy
Get down, boy
Get down
Dont mind me, honey, Im just looking
Smelt your chicken and I watched you cooking
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Youre a bad stain and you need to be cleaned up
Go, no
And dont it make you feel good?
And dont it make you feel good?