any dumbell can drive a car, all you need to do is turn the key!nnBackseat drivers always got directionsnDon't you got your own car, bro?nListen, this is my missionnI turn when I want to, stop when I need tonnope, didn't ask younPut on ya jackets cause I'm ridin' with the ACnkill the racket, you didn't make menI hack it independentlynAnd always get there & I sit where I'm s'posed tonright behind the wheel 'cause the shit that I go throughnan' don't feel when I roll with foolsnI don't need thatnfeed-backs from fellas who say, tell us, are we wack?nI never ask that, I know how to fix a flatnDon't got the biggest jack nBut I can get a lift with thatnPure confidence, not cockiness; commonsensenStop blocking this mirror to see clearernLook out the windownTake down some notes and then gonGet in your Pinto and begin slownMe, I already know so who you tellin?nFool, I got a navigation system in my melonnnAnd now you're analyzing and excercisingnthe back of my mind tellin me which way I should gonbut I don't know, so how would you know?nit's this kind of mind intertwiningnthat is relining everything that we donso what do we do if we can be this type of crew?nIs it me or is it you?nIf I don't listen to younThen I'm gonna stop listening to myselfn'Cause the devil is on the side of menLike a trophy upon the shelf grainnOr maybe I should just keep on drivingnStaying alive and survingnVibin on this whole new tracknnJust because we in the carpool lanenDoesn't grant you access to dive innDon't complain from the backseatnWhen we ridin' in the diamond lanenCruise-control is setnI'm piloting so ease ya brainnThe double lane is only troublenWhen warning ??? to huddlen??muddle out the muzzle??nWhich way I should steer the shuttle, man?nI don't shatter like your bladder on a road trip