Impala

This is a story a lot of y'all gonna find hard to believe

Me and my buddy Big Yeyo was riding back from a show I did up in the Delta

We passed a little café, looked like it held about 50 people

It had about a hundred cars outside

So we decided to turn around and go join the fun

Have ourselves a drink

We made our way to the bar

Ordered two shots of Remy

And you know it's funny, out of

Out of all 50 women in this place, I didn't see none but one

I couldn't see nothing else

In the mirror, she was dancing all by herself (yeah)

With her sexy little red dress on, slow rolling to the song (my, my)

And I, I knew I had to pass that dance floor going to the exit

We wasn't there to stay long

I got up and right when I got ready to pass her

I wanted to grab her hand

But my palms were a little sweaty, kinda nervous

And y'all would never believe what this woman told me, she said

We can do it in your spot (yeah)

Or we can do it in the parking lot (yeah)

We can do it in the shower (yeah)

Baby, let's go for hours (let's go for hours)

Said I'm feeling your style (yeah)

Let's go grind for a little while (yeah)

You can make me holla (you can make me holla)

In the back of my Impala (in the back of my Impala) (yeah)"

Now, right then I knew that I was gonna have to get me a bus ticket

or a train ticket or something

'Cause there wasn't no way

I said it wasn't, it wasn't no way I was going home without loving this woman (uhm)

And my buddy Big Ye was my only ride home

Then she said, "Hold up LaMorris I'll take you anywhere

Just stay with me tonight baby, I promise to take you there"

We in the corner baby kissing me

All over the highway, rubbing on me

I don't really know what it is

This girl is giving me this thrill

We can do it in your spot (yeah)

Or we can do it in the parking lot (yeah)

We can do it in the shower (yeah)

Baby, let's go for hours (let's go for hours)