Open up the front door, walk outside
Two muggin’ ass cops steppin’ out they ride
First one got up and head right for me
So I took off and shook off the mace he sprayed on me
He didn’t quite appreciate that
So he grabbed his billy club, ready for combat
Shoulda seen the look on his face
When I jumped in my Civic for the high speed chase
Let’s go

Now it’s on
I’ll be rollin’ til the cows come home
You could find me if ya look fast
Man, you know I’m flyin’
As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright
Now it’s on
I’ll be rollin’ til the cows come home
You could find me if ya look fast
Man, you know I’m flyin’
As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9

I call up my boy Squirt
[Hello?]
I said, man it’s on, I hope yo ass is home
Because they hot on my heels
They shot at my wheels, for real
[I’m on the way man, I know the deal]
So I’m headed down Macinness doin’ 95
In my rearview, piggies cruisin’ right behind
But they didn’t know Squirt was a mastermind
He rolled up in his Civic, pulled right beside
And he pit maneuvered that bitch

We don’t mind gettin’ dirty
Cuz we stay on time
Got to hurry through them stop signs like finish lines
As we’re rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright
We don’t mind gettin’ dirty
Cuz we stay on time
Got to hurry through them stop signs like finish lines
As we’re rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9

Now ya might notice that the story don’t sound like ya boy RC Cola
As I’m runnin’ from cops, Squirt fuckin’ em up
I even jumped my car over a truck that blew up
That’s when I woke up, it was all a dream
All a lie except for one lil thing
We do roll hard and quick as we runnin’ ‘round M-town in that Civic

Now it’s on
You could find me if ya look fast
Man, you know I’m flyin’
As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright
We don’t mind gettin’ dirty
Cuz we stay on time
You could find me if ya look fast
Man, you know I’m flyin’
As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright

[Yo man, we be rippin’ these Civics up and down this block]
[‘Bout to blow this damn VTEC up into the sky]
[Couldn’t catch me if you tried]
[I could roll these streets in my sleep]
[Ballin’ down Lynnfield]
[Rollin’ up Ridgeway]
[Sprintin’ down Quince]
[Macinness… you know that’s my shit]
[Tearin’ tire tracks up Glencliff, Ridgevale, Syon]
[Patrollin’ Nonconnah]
[Civic clique runnin’ that 1-1-9 shit]