Back Seat

Ah yeah

I want to send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide

City to city, ghetto to ghetto

Some flavor for you and yours

And your jeep

You're the type of girl that got class and style

Still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while

So I pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for

Hardcore

I know you want to come, in my jeep

We can park on a back street

You're checkin' out my car phone, scopin' out my jewelry

Let's do this in a hurry

Air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken

I know you need a good stickin'

That's when I see my man Snoop

Peace, what up kid? loungin' duke

As I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier

You're gettin' hornier and hornier

I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor)

You're legs is incredible, I do a double take

You're puttin' on your lipstick

I want to give you this big fat (yea)

Quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep

(where at?) back seat of my jeep

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep'

I'm pullin' over near your building

I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin'

I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this

You got class but deep down you're real freakish

You got it all, but you never had a wild episode

That's when me and my jeep showed

Up with the funk in the trunk and

Hittin' it, we're spunkin'

I'll even get you drunk and tipsy

Cause I know you're feelin' frisky

You love it 'cause it's wild and risky

You got your eyes on the hood

You're up to no good

I took you in the back, you hoped I would

You got your black on black so stacked in the back

While I'm pumpin' in the CD I'll skip a track

Windows are foggy

And, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby

And you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets

I give it to you real raw in the backseat

That's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah)

You'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah)

Don't lie

Take it in your eye (why?)

So buckle up, buckle up

What's my name? what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? huh

I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live

I'll put your numbers in the archives

So take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl

It's my jeep and your world

You got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing

'cause I can tell you want to swing

We're bonin' on the dark blocks

Wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock

Seats full of sweat, I told ya I would hit it

Your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it

Workin' as a team

Somebody, anybody (scream)

Jump with me to the cash bar

I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins goin' "wah"

Damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip

You're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip

You go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah)

You're so cute, wit' your gold tooth

Extensions on the carpet

That nice round brown is my target

It's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy

I love it when it's pushy

But don't laugh, I'm serious with this (word up)

The back seat of my jeep, is priceless

You're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action

You love a good waxin', it's so relaxin'

Give me a hug

See what I'm sayin' love?