Lyrics:
on the way
A- town blues u choose
U lose
Don't be no fool
The clock don't snooze
We play by our own rules
Heavy chevy ridding big
I 285 I'm on my way to u
eyes
Together, we filled a void in our lives
It might've been wrong, but it felt so right
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in
years
Still spit Everclear
120 proof in the booth truth everywhere.
Let's get one thing clear, this a West Coast melody
No fear, we still drop them Chevys
Yeah
I’m deadly
Like a Mac truck
Hitting the back of
A black Chevy
Yeah
I’m deadly
The machete
In the hands of Thomas Vercetti
Yeah I’m deadly
flossin in my heavy chevy/
X2
(Verse 1)
I feel like an old Seven tray impala/
Wit no doors and no windows/
Wit no oil/no g*d dam**d water/
Been riding
nigga)
Chevy super clean, two or three screens
Watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more scream
Just to let you
never partin' ways
You with me forever, no this ain't no phase
Hop in my rag top Chevy
Them aces and deuces and trays
Don't hesitate with my paper
Drive round the block Chevy body dropped
An drive round the block heavy bodies drop
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Whatcha bout
Man shut ya mouth
An once
mine
Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's
We make niggas shine
Bartender where the liquor at?
Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep
Rip
time
(Time time)
Heavy Chevys Cadillac with them boom in the back
UCD in the deck, boy be gettin' much respect
Cruisin' up and down the block, go ahead
(skrrt)
Got the Chevy on twenty-four, yeah whatevy
Huh (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
Ooh, heavy, huh, yeah my diamonds heavy, huh
(what? My diamonds heavy
Drip drip drip
You would think a nigga sweaty
Used to have nightmares chased by them Chevys
I could see you lack the motivation
Everyday I'm focused
for a robbery (robbery)
Switches on the Glock, nigga, ready (ready)
Thirty shots or better, ridin' heavy (heavy)
Whole life sentence in this Chevy
By my BM and my Hummer
Damn, I'm doing my thing
My chain is so heavy, I think it's necessary
For me to talk about all of
The stones in my bezey
I used
about it
Choppa to the bully when we land, that choppa nearby us
Niggas be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had
heavy
Bad bitches
They light skinned and tanned ready
Prolly in a mansion, I’m counting it
Watching Belly now I’m the foreign I used
To just want a Chevy
attemptin me
I'm A to the average be , respiratory??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
Gotta get it on my own with dedication
I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
Some people
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
In my cowboy boots and my Levi's
Hair hanging down my back
Drivin' that '53 Chevy
Rolling down that mountain track
Threw a couple back
heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' I'm holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop
up
[Verse 1: T.I.]
You got a gator mouth and a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash
145 and I'm out of your weight
love her
But this what I like, lord knows
20 of 'em in my Chevy
Tell 'em all to come and get me
Everything I know, karma comin' heavy
No preliminary
T.I.]
You got an alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass
Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash
145 and I'm out of your weight class
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