[Intro]
Impala boy, bo-boy
Impala boy, b-boy
I-i i-i-impala boy, b-b-bo-bo-boy
I-i i-i-impala boy (Clutch)

[Verse 1]
He was sittin' at the light
In a Mercedes Coupé
Plus he was lookin' kinda right
Then he let back the roof
This dude was cute
And he was bumpin' something too
He was flashed in his wrist game, then the light changed
We switched lanes on Biscayne Blvd
Then a fella rolled up in an Escalade
Said: "what it do, darlin'?"
Said he played for The Marlins
Had a room at The Marlin on Collins
Then he asked me if I wanted to chill
Paint job, big chromic wheels
Well, I had to tell him: "no"
Too young and that ain't really how I roll - what I been lookin' for:

[Pre-Chorus]
Big beep, Bugattis, candy paint, 808 - he got that beat
He'll say: "if you ridin' shotgun mama, roll with me"
Right time, right place, he could see it on my face, he got me weak
Dade county balla-balla whippin' in his Impala-pala
[Chorus]
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Glass pipes, Pirellis sittin' on that heavy Chevy

[Verse 2]
He was beatin' up the block
In a G35
Slowed it down to a complete stop (stop!)
Soon as I walked outside
Threw the coupe in reverse (ooh)
Threw his best game at a young flirt
Got the call from his business, "wanna get with this?"
Said he's only nineteen but he lied
So I kept walkin' when a Tahoe rolled by
Windows blacked out
Made a U with the aisle and
Then he pulled up beside me, he smilin'
Said: "hey shorty, it's hot out here...
Where you goin'? Let me take you there..."
I said: "no, I like the heat
And besides, my boyfriend's comin' for me - he pushin' 'matic"

[Pre-Chorus]
Big beep, Bugattis, candy paint, 808 - he got that beat
He'll say: "if you ridin' shotgun mama, roll with me"
Right time, right place, he could see it on my face, he got me weak
Dade county balla-balla whippin' in his Impala-pala
[Chorus]
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Glass pipes, Pirellis sittin' on that heavy Chevy

[Bridge]
Swear I can feel it when you're bumpin' down the street
Bass set so high it's like a heartbeat, heartbeat
I can't deny it, no - I wanna ride it
Come on, come on

[Chorus x2]
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Glass pipes, Pirellis sittin' on that heavy Chevy
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Won't you let me ride in that Impala, boy? (Won't ya?)
Glass pipes, Pirellis sittin' on that heavy Chevy