Talledega Nights

Yeah

Yeah

Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)

Smoke, get high

Wanna drink, take shots from 3-Point lines, yeah (Lines)

Close your eyes when you think you know you feel the vibes, yeah (Vibes)

Visualizing paradise between your thighs, yeah (Paradise)

Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah

Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt

It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)

When you’re eating good, gotta watch for parasites, yeah (‘Site)

Racin’ to your house, gotta watch for police lights, yeah (Light)

I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah

Talledega, I know you 100 favors

I know I told you I was comin’ later

But I was fightin’ the temptation

And I know that you impatient

I’m drivin’ over the limitation

Reminisce bout the sensation

It’s in my mind it’s in rotation

Road-ragin’

Know you tired of the quotation

Know you fired up and still blazin’

I know your eyes lookin’ real Asian

Gettin’ high with me on occasion

I’m geeked up like a Caucasian

Speedin’ up like a car chase

I’m so horny if I whip it out, you between a rock and a hard place

So many bands, so many bands, had to put in a guitar case

We be ballin’ like the Barclays

We don’t ever do the small face

Gettin’ money won’t you count 100 thousand dollars whit me on your off day

Cut my old hoes off, they Salt Bae

Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)

Smoke, get high

Wanna drink, take shots from 3-Point lines, yeah (Lines)

Close your eyes when you think you know you feel the vibes, yeah (Vibes)

Visualizing paradise between your thighs, yeah (Paradise)

Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah

Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt

It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)

When you’re eating good, gotta watch for parasites, yeah (‘Site)

Racin’ to your house, gotta watch for police lights, yeah (Light)

I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah

Yeah

Might Ricky and Bobby to this (Uh-huh)

I’m ready to spaz with Jazz (Spaz)

And the homies that got me on this (On God)

Generation, I cool with the coolest (Cool)

Me and Sloppy Robby in the mix

But you got me racin’

Talledega Nights and I’m still wasted

Now I need a pick-me-up and calm down

Gotta watch the police lights and sound

Man, you know I grow the sticky-icky year ‘round

Pull up with a bag as big as your big ass head

Puttin’ flavors all in your town

Crossin’ lights, acceleratin’

Where you at, that’s the destination

Racin’ to you, **** the separation

Got another nigga hittin’ up her line (Up her line)

Gotta step it up before he takes what’s mine (Take what’s mine)

She got angelic

The type of energy you televise

Life is better high

When you count a half a million dollars

You know you the, you know what, never mind

Cut the lights, yeah (Lights)

Smoke, get high

Wanna drink, take shots from 3-Point lines, yeah (Lines)

Close your eyes when you think you know you feel the vibes, yeah (Vibes)

Visualizing paradise between your thighs, yeah (Paradise)

Out racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah

Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrrt

It’s on sight, yeah (It’s on sight)

When you’re eating good, gotta watch for parasites, yeah (‘Site)

Racin’ to your house, gotta watch for police lights, yeah (Light)

I’m racin’ to your house on Talledega Nights, yeah