Kick the dust up We go way out where There ain't nobody We turn this cornfield Into a party Pedal to the floorboard Eight up in a four-door Burnin' up a back-road song Park it and we pile out

Ivan meets G.I. Joe Anything we should know about your change? So you're on the floor at fifty-four Think you can last at the Palace Does your body go to the to and fro? But tonight's the night or didn't you know That Ivan meets G.I. Joe He tried his

I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw (I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more boy) Run tell

Four on the floor Feel the beat in your soul Moving to the rhythm Pumping til ya cant take no more We got the horses moving We got the woofers grooving We got the Waylon wailing Everybody's head is bobbin I got the muffler flowing

Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God's son, I can see they study Makaveli Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli If

(Oh forever) Ohh, forever, forever And he opened up his mouth Oh, forever forever The pusher was the feet and the feet the floor We got a little bit well we got a little more Once we count to four then we count to ten We'll take up every bit that we give