Uh, where's my keys? Ayo, where's my keys? A-O-I-C Yo, you ready to roll? Rollin' in my Cutlass on bowls I watch a ***y girl as she strolls And yo, I don't know her, and she don't know me But in a few minutes, I'ma get the booty Cause in my car, I got the hell of a sound So when they hear it, I know their panties are comin' down Down, down, down to their pretty little toes Come a little closer, I wanna get to know ya better Like last Sunday, I wrote the show I was a nigga, high C, a better yet, Croft Hoes was all over the place and Niggas racin', and Big Beach basin And be the nigga I am, you know I had to scam To get a little wham-bam, thank your mam And yo, *** them all, I had to show the hoe what I mean Then she turned into a backseat queen I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens Slide that seat all the way back Stick out your booty and open up your crack Cause I don't jump when it comes to pokin' Yo, I'll leave all the damn doors open Cause the things tend to get out of hand I'll put you on the hood and be damn good AMG, GMA, Gangsta Mac ain't it I whipped out my dick and all the girls fainted One by one, two by two, and hoes who didn't fall Come on y'all, would you like somethin' to eat? Come on down, let me feel the beat Cause that's how I'm livin' like those who don't want a bone You want me to take you home? Yeah, bitch Yeah, hoes psyched Cause you'll be one walkin' mother***er On a late night stroll like a Compton clucker And I ain't even goin' out like that You better quit frontin' and jump in the back cause I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens She rocks the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens And while I'm gettin' the best of the opposite *** Hey, I like to play all the dope tapes Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, let me pick a good one Break out the stick and dip it in the pudding Honey colored girls with big butts Ooh, you made my tongue go nuts And if you're good to go, to me that's a plus Dick to Gucci and nuts to bust Cause I'm a young nigga, I got a lot of energy Put her on your beddy, so I can be your friend indeed And like Quicksaid, girl, I got that feelin' Don't be shy, put your feets on the ceiling And gettin' to the good old missionary I bump the Gucci's ball to Harry And eat him on up like a hoe cake I can't wait until I get that first taste But back, back, back to the cold seat To make a hoe come with an O.D. And if I do, I can be the new found king Gettin' busy with a gangsta lean on a backseat queen I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens I rock the backseat queens Jason Corde rocks the backseat queens And Greedy Greg rocks the backseat queens Yo, so jump in your rides Roll down the show And get a freak with a big ass Yo