You needa keep it real get the fu*k to bakers hill You startin to feel ill get the f*ck to Bakers Hill finally made a mill get the f*ck to bakers Hill Startin to think you're nil Get the *uck to Bakers Hill Your chick wanna drop the pill Get the f*ck to Bakers Hill You aint sure how to feel Get the f*ck to Bakers Hill We're all from that midwest place livin our life with that wheatbelt grace Where fast cars are always runnin circuits in a race Dodgin the pigs but never dont feel like a chase Never let the revs drop were always keepin the pace Droppin doughies, leavin a trace hittin whippies with the greatest of ease, although disgraced drivin pissy with my mates, clutch slip into first, Feather the brakes, slide on the dirt, flip it away, spin it, dig it out then sway and sway.... and sway keep it goin' when were riding there is no slowin where we'll stop nobodies knowin' jumpin in the 6lr fully blown doin a burnout all the muthafu**ing way home thats how we do in our zone we're the only ones that put on the town think they write but we all know they wrong I remember bein 11 in the park buyin nudie mags to read 'fore it got dark fillin our bags up with pictures of boobies and ass after we'd been kissin' the girls behind the sports shed after class in my mind I'll never bed it or let it all pass best years of our lives all left in the dust if im right i despise the directions given to us no neglect we respected it always did what we were asked of, always happy little chappies never fussed, laughin and carryin on in the back of the bus, school meets and swimming carnivals always a must, same as daisy chains and throwin rocks, we still aint ever gone stop.. If you needa get your fill Get the fu*k to Bakers Hill Something on your chest and need to spill Get the Fuc* to Bakers Hill Still a lil horny fuc*ka keennon coppin a feel Get the fu*k to Bakers Hill If you wann spin ya wheels Get the f*ck to bakers hill