'89 Coupe Disaster written by Ollie OX I got the top down cruising in my beat up whip nothing that a little bit of duck tape won't fix I've got no a/c and the speedometers broke I've got 4 bald tires pumpin' thick black smoke leopard print seats and some danglin' dice if you need to change the station just bang on it twice no sun visor, no windshield wipers it hasent got an option that I havent Maguyvered and of course the ladies don't like her... when i'm sideswiping Porches Cadillacs and Vipers 0 to 60 in 3 minutes flat with a siphon in the back if I need free gas so thanks to me your tank's on E and the only chain I rock holds my da-gone keys i'm an outlaw... sort of... cali to florida sheriff in the rearview so let's break for the border getaway car thats my getaway car getaway car that's my getaway car getaway car helps me getaway far getaway car thats my getaway no one wanted her cause the odometer's all 9's but she's my baby my bonnie when i'm clide i've got one life and i'm gonna live it to the fullest so its pedal to the metal 'til they riddle it with bullets cops tell me to freeze like a deer in the high beams but I'm Ollie Ollie OX good luck trying to find me wanted in every state besides hawaii but i'll strap an inner tube to that bitch if you try me cruising in my 89' coupe disaster a ruthless bastard like Dukes of Hazard through the back window I see them blue flashers drop it into third. they shoot, it shatters ramping over gorges, driving over lawns locals stompin' on their porches with their shotguns drawn i'm an outlaw... kind of... NY to china sheriff on the megaphone saying: "pull over your ride punk"! (chorus) they've got the stop sticks laid out, barricades ahead choppers up top with snipers they're there to take my head they swoop in close and take aim through the sniper scope one shot leaves my Firestone tire blown shredded rubber, the rim goes thump my gas tank drippin ammunition in the trunk sparks start flying from my rim like July 4th ignites, the ammo blows off my right door the backseat enveloped in flame and melting the frame and if that gas catches i'm going out with a bang 85 mile an hour ball of flame car chase hall of fame is callin my name my whole life I wanted to be star every rapper wants to blow up.... ....I did it in my getaway car