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Heavy Chevys
T.I., P$C
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Yo, yo, come on (Yeah)
P$C, uh, uh, what, what?
Pimp Squad, shawty (What you know about them?)
What they know? (You ain't know about them)
They ain't know (Now what you really know about them?)
Or what it is, you ain't know about them (Them heavy Chevys, shawty)
You ain't know about them (Them heavy Chevys, shawty)
Now how you tame a young baller
That rides Suburbans, Caprices and candy Impalas?
Raspberry Monte Carlos
That barks like a Rottweiler off the collar
Addicted to hustlin' and stackin' mighty dollars
Ho holler, when they hear the Chevy V down the street
V's so hard, the Crissy wasting on my mink seats
To get it re-upholstered, gonna cost me ten G's
The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys
With the diamond 'gainst the trim
A young ass nigga with a Louie V brim
A sporty young shawty with his Gucci shades dim
These hoes mistaking me for being they pimp
They say, "Baby Kun, we see you pass the shiny rims"
I'm cool, little daddy, bitch, I never been a simp
And if you choose a ho, you need to hop on in
And if you ain't, bitch, you need to ride with him
'Cause I'm pimpin' in my
Ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
On them D's and them vogues
When we shinin' on these hoes
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park (Ridin' and swervin')
When we rollin' with the squad
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
On them D's and them vogues
When we shinin' on these hoes
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park (Ridin' and swervin')
When we rollin' with the squad
Now if you irkin' me, you gon' feel somethin' hot to the third degree
Comin' down your streets in a black Caprice
With a fine ass freak in the passenger seat
Y'all fake niggas don't know the half of me
I spit pimp game automatically
Don't be mad at me 'cause I'm finally comin' up in the industry
And the four deuce is sittin' on my triple D's
Bloodline, the underground celebrities
Mac Bone, my partner, keepin' the beat
Heated up like a cookout
When the sun fall, y'all niggas better look out
Your rap career is over
I put a hook out like you at Apollo
Ridin', swervin' while my niggas follow
Hoes fall when I start slobbin'
Bobbin' on the dick until they swallow, ah
Speedometer broken, dual smokin', body dented, windows tinted
Bend it around the corner, leanin', engines steamin', screamin', demon
Spillin' liquor, yeah, nigga, blow a tire off the wire
Burnin' rubber, leavin' fire, motherfucker, how you ride?
Choppin' blades with triple gold, stay away from Campbellton Road
Player, 'cause I'm ridin' old, it ain't a thing to take them Vogues
Jack it up, strip it down, had the freshest car in town
Pimpin' 'cause I'm 'bout my crown
(Ayy, shawty, what's that knockin' sound?)
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
On them D's and them vogues
When we shinin' on these hoes
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park (Ridin' and swervin')
When we rollin' with the squad
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
On them D's and them vogues
When we shinin' on these hoes
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park (Ridin' and swervin')
When we rollin' with the squad
T.I.P., P$C
Fresher than new SS's (Yeah)
Triple golds and Vogues shinin' like some treasure chests (Woo)
I got a fetish, I ain't gettin' in it, boy, unless it's (What?)
Got them little blue boxes off in the headrests (Is that right?)
I bet it's wood in the dash, wood in the ass (Uh)
Get a Impala, holler, watch me skrrt when I pass (Uh)
I'm burnin' rubber in your yard, diggin' up your grass (Hey)
Drag racin', 454, that's what make it fast (Vroom)
I hit the gas and I mash on you in a flash (What?)
Throw it in the gutter, buy another if it crash (Throw it)
I parlay all day in a Chevrolet (Uh-huh)
Pierre-Jay with a face white as Heaven's day (Ugh)
I'm beatin' four-tens in the pro pen
Hit the sto' den for some Mo' Hen' (Ayy, Dub)
Full of hoes and four friends
The Dub's still spinnin' with a gold grill in it (Okay)
White leather guts, wipe up what you spill in it
Still trill and I be
Ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
On them D's and them vogues
When we shinin' on these hoes
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park (Ridin' and swervin')
When we rollin' with the squad
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
On them D's and them vogues
When we shinin' on these hoes
Yeah, we ridin' in them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Them heavy Chevys (Ridin' and swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park (Ridin' and swervin')
When we rollin' with the squad
T.I.P., shawty
Or P$C, shawty
Or Pimp Squad
Or D.P
Mac Boney, AK
Or Big Kuntry, shawty
Y'all ain't ready
We ridin' in them Chevys
TVs and DVDs in the Chevys
Come on, let that bitch ride
Yeah, let that bitch ride