Ye Ali, The Cool Kids - DRIVER lyrics

I had the Troop jacket, and the Troop tape
Step up in the cabaret like it's '88
With the New Editions way befo' Bobby dipped
No fair weather friends like Johnny Gill
'Cause I just got paid like Johnny Kemp
My tenderoni just hit another lick
Kick it like the, ask Pam and Tommy
I just seen Bruh Man at
The Whitney Houston concert
On them triple gold spokes
Rolling slow like old folks
Dennis Edwards, candy Lincoln Towncar
Oh boy oh joy just cooling with Levert
Heavy D and The Boyz
And I'm smoother than Billy
Dee Williams in Schwarz
Play this song all summer
Have a dance wit' your boy
Spin you 'round
Bring you back like a string on a toy
Then I dip
Hold my hand you can see where we going

Girl, your engine got that fire
So let me be your driver
Ready, set, let's go give me all of you
Six, five, four, three, two oh baby
I'm like your drive- your drive-
Your drive- your driver
Baby, come and ride it
Baby, I'm like your drive- your
Drive- your drive- your driver
Baby, come and ride it baby, I'm like your

Little Miss
Red Corvette with the racing stripes
She a valley girl
But her dad don't like when
She go out at night

Yea, girl, your engine got that fire
So let me be your driver, ohhh
Ready, set, let's go give me all of you
Six, five, four, three, two
Oh baby, I'm like your drive-
Baby, come and ride it
Baby, come and ride it