Spitter Shifter

I got a sweet ride with no ties

revving past the po-po as I leav'em behind

I'm pounding into it hard,

yeah

my engine's humming wild and barred

I might be a drifter

but the babes like my shifter

they tug it back and forth making it a spitter

(yeah, a spitter)

my engines picking up speed

I'll run with any

kinda creed

the tunnel is wide

testing my nerve

dipping down tight

on a wet summer curve

I might be a drifter but the babes like my shifter

they tug it back and forth making it a spitter

(tug it back!)

I'm giving it my last thrust just before my shifter bust

cool it down for now till I can give it another plow

I'm just a drifter,

not a shape-shifter, no

no I run it well

tugging it tell it's a spitter tug on,

tug on

(tug on, yeah)