Lyrics:
get down, let's get down, let's get down
Come on let's get down
In my black Chevrolet
Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down
get down, let's get down, let's get down
Come on let's get down
In my black Chevrolet
Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down
get down, let's get down, let's get down
Come on let's get down
In my black Chevrolet
Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down
your head and tell the whole city
Rest in peace to the parkin' lot, yeah
Me and my niggas came and shut that bitch down
You know the club got my
Aiy-yo!
[B-Real]
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved
Hey yo!
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out
After we leave
Be all you need
Are those Victoria?s Secrets?
Let me see
What's your fee?
Never mind baby, you owe me
For them drinks at the bar
After we leave
Be all you need
Are those Victoria?s Secrets?
Let me see
What's your fee?
Never mind baby, you owe me
For them drinks at the bar
money
In the club droppin' hundreds
Heard you got a little car
But she's coming with me
But she's coming with me
But she's coming with me
But
and your wrist coordinate
Hair braided or faded okay
We can move this back to my place
It's time to migrate
From my car into the club we migrate
From
on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down
Come on let's get down
In my black Chevrolet
Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down
on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down
Come on let's get down
In my black Chevrolet
Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down
niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
car
Oh, yeah, welcome to my car
Light up my cigarette
I’m tired of driving, let's forget
Crowd in my Chevrolet
One on one, weenie basket
Fresh from
Thirty car deep me, need the whole valet
From everything new to the old Chevrolet
Half of them them bitches ain't got no tops
Half of them bitches park
the way it go’s with shots of tequila
MK and Rage rompiendo la pista
I was outside drinking at the car
Now I’m at the club buying the whole bar
Pimping is
Berner what up nigga
It's that Urban Farmer shit
It's that drivin' slow in a fast car
Burnin' weed
A zip underneath the seat
Uh
I'm, drinkin'
check this out, listen
Cold killer, bold old gorilla
Bold as a font with the thickness
Old as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a stick shift
The story
Sound recorded by your brain (x5)
Act one: the imagination
Where everything is awesome
Robotnic Guap
Robotnic Guap
I'm awesome, in the car
the only people in my car club is me & muthafucken jay leno
Chorus
T-pain talking about doing a remix....
ain't crazy got
I ride one in the chain with gun on top
Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top
Got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
crazy got
I ride one in the chain with gun on top
Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top
Got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
California
a Chevrolet
Oh but you wont drive that in a raquetball club
You don't want the patrons giving you the royal snub
So you talk of the upholstery in the hot tub
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