'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