Three 6 Mafia - Ridin' Da Chevy Lyrics
juicy J we finally gotta warm day it's clean in january see I hopped on out my drop-top once again we rollin'chevy pearl paint quater green top's and them goldies dirty *****es shoes and I can't go I just say hoe's please colla clean pass 'em on that tight to my woodgrain system bumpin' greatest weed smokin' saves my brain time to get it sprayed niggaz steal every color I get every time I make one of some fruit juice gotta come wit' it smokin' on a dime and a 4 instead of 35 higher than mile above tha moon on tha black havin' side stereo illin' on some sacs lord knows I can't live without it everytime I flame through these tricks lil' gun I wanna shout about it but these niggaz kill me when that's all they wanna do pop these slugs up but they still wanna get *****ed up youz a damn fool so I be like watchon' you foolz go downward every single day while I ride clean drop top's and mean chevrolet, bustaz scarecrow scopin' these niggaz out on the next block 'cause I know they hoe asses pushin' them pounds they boomin' whole sales *****in' up my mail so I gotta close them down (will have rest soon!) dj paul is it that marijuana that got my mind clickin' could it be erk and jerkin' dippin' through tha greens you so clean paul you so mean a nigga drunk as hell, liqa flowin' through my blood stream flaggin' down hoes on tha road rolled to tha cut honey come hide out where them niggaz be smoked out on them malikai, you so high let me hit that grapefruit gin hopped back in tha pearl thang doin' about 110 grin on my face 'cause I know I'm 'bout to make it rich triple six mafia '95 and we runnin' shit niggaz know tha scope I'm tipped toes on these funky hoes everytime you see tha chevy ridin' it be full of smoke...
