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VERSE 1: Let me tell you what I'm fin to 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 them 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 is like a road trip But why the a/c always gotta be broken Well stop and grab 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 those extra rows of seat How you supposed to fit all of your kids and all your groceries Ya 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 Letras de canciones'Cause I get excited when the cup holders come standard If I see a slug bug expect a couple of love taps People gettin blind from 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 ????? You can keep your headlights rockin LED's I keep my diaper bag stocked and a bottle of febreeze This is how I roll 'cause I'm living that dad life 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! (Thanks to Justin for these lyrics) From Letras Mania