It's good to be home

Ain't got nowhere to go, ridin' out

Hop off in my ride

Put the pedal to the floor, ridin' out

I hit the pedal to

You already know, ridin' out

It's good to be home

Ain't got nowhere to go, ridin' out (woah)

Water drops fall to the alley off the side of a building

I'm back in Tampa Florida, what a wonderful feeling

27" wheels on an Oldsmobile

I can damn near stand up under the grill

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Big Chuck, T-Pain what the talk is about

Swerve out like I'm tryin' spell my name in the ground

Hit a strip club, toss a couple dollar's out

Yeah Florida State's style, just wild and out

Haters can't even make me cut my music down

Prolly ask how many times I'm a circle 'round

Hop behind the wheel just to make my engine proud

Wouldn't know where to go if I thought about it

It's good to be home

Ain't got nowhere to go, ridin' out

Hop off in my ride

Put the pedal to the floor, ridin' out

I hit the pedal to

You already know, ridin' out

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It's good to be home

Ain't got nowhere to go, ridin' out (woah)

OK, my girl says she wan' to ride today (come on)

Now she feel like we in a high speed chase (choooo)

We on the Interstate, goin' out of state

We don't conversate, we let the music play (heyyy)

I'm a take her to the perfect place

Call it on the cell phone like "I'm on my way"

Had to make a quick stop at the gas station

Just to tell the cashier "Fill up the tank," (keep the change bitch)

Then I, hopped right back behind the wheel (hey)

Pushed the pedal down 'til it touched the steel (hey)

Roll the windows down, felt the chill (hey)

Words can't describe how I feel, for real

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It's good to be home

Ain't got nowhere to go, ridin' out

Hop off in my ride

Put the pedal to the floor, ridin' out

I hit the pedal to

You already know, ridin' out

It's good to be home

Ain't got nowhere to go, ridin' out (woah)

Gas tank full, wheels real shiny

My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'

Gas-gas tank full, wheels real shiny

My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'

(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)

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Gas-gas tank full, wheels real shiny

My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'

(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)

Everytime I accelerate, I catch chills

Top down on the interstate all you hear is vroom vroom

(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)

I just want to ride 'til the sun falls out of the sky

So I can let the speakers boom up under the moon (woah)

It's nothin' like the feelin' my engine provides

When I turn the freeway into food

You can't see me when I ride by, so don't even try

To catch up, I'm just too fast to touch

You know I gotta spend the rest of my time in the strip club

Like "What up? My name Chuck" (what up?)

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Big timers, 9 to 5ers, turn your radio up a little louder

I spit like a new whip, come get inside it

Ride, ride, ride, ride

It's good to be home

Ain't got nowhere to go, ridin' out

Hop off in my ride

Put the pedal to the floor, ridin' out

I hit the pedal to

You already know, ridin' out

It's good to be home

Ain't got nowhere to go, ridin' out (woah)

Gas tank full, wheels real shiny

My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'

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(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)

Gas-gas tank full, wheels real shiny

My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'

(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)

Gas-gas tank full, wheels real shiny

My exhaust pipe done and my spedometer is waggin'

(I'm ridin' now, woah ohh oh oh)

Everytime I accelerate get chills

Top down on the interstate all you hear is vroom vroom