[ Featuring Nat ]
Go on and chase me (Come on)
Show me how it's done
You wanna ride?
Show me your style
On your Scoopy Honda run
Take me to the country
Or up a mountain
Lakeview, cliff-top
To the Dreamland
Take me to the North
Or to the islands
To the five-star resorts
And snorkel sand
But be careful, be careful, be careful
These drivers ain't trained
You'll run into mischief
Especially if your IDP ain't obtained
The hustle, the bustle, the rustle
Of the city (These drivers ain't trained)
The lost dogs, the shop fronts, the acres of rice pods
Oh (These drivers ain't trained)
No
Go on and rev it (All up)
Show me it's really on
You wanna lead?
Let my hair breeze free
In the humid morning sun
Take me to the forest
To see the monkeys
Villa and lakes
And natural hot springs
Take me to the markets
And to the temples
To the wood carvers
Creators of things
But be careful, be careful, be careful
These drivers ain't trained
You'll run into mischief
Especially if your IDP ain't obtained
The hustle, the bustle, the rustle
Of the city (These drivers ain't trained)
The lost dogs, the shop fronts, the acres of rice pods
Oh (These drivers ain't trained)
No
The hustle, the bustle, the rustle
Of the city (These drivers ain't trained)
The lost dogs, the shop fronts, the acres of rice pods
Oh (These drivers ain't trained)
No
The hustle, the bustle, the rustle
Of the city (These drivers ain't trained)
The lost dogs, the shop fronts, the acres of rice pods
Oh (These drivers ain't trained)
No
