yea
It'll make you mad
comin live from the 305
whoo this what they do baby
this song goes out to all my domp riders
my chevy riders
on them 24's wit da spinnin' hub caps
ya'll kno what i'm talkin bout
(Chorus)
26's on my chevy (my chevy)
Chrome on my chevy (my chevy)
Candy on my chevy (my chevy)
Flakes on my chevy (oooh)
Dudes on my chevy (my chevy)
Girls in my chevy (my chevy)
Screens in my chevy (my chevy)
Shove in my chevy
I'm so hiiiiiiigh
I'm so hiiiiiiigh
(Baby Blue)
When I ride so high like my reams
Smoke a Pound of droe
Like I'm sittin on 24's
Matter of fact dat was a year ago
Now I'm ridin on 26's
Yo boy here candy rollin
In da back of my seats man
6-4 when I hittin dem switches
Smokeing tray sittin on deep dishes
And five hit ‘em wit da L-G get man
I'm doin number so don't try to screw me
--plus i'm really screwed and I'm eatin like Scooby
I got a pocket full of bread
A girl givin me head in da back row at da movies
Interior Guicci
Please don't stank my seat with your coochie
Excuse me
Sssssss ha I smell PUSSY
I never deal wit a hoe who smell like sushi
I know you got to go trick, introduce me (now Blue you know you wrong for dat)
(Slick hold up)
I Baby Blue roll
Male gigalo, I get it on da low
tint on my window, reams glow
I ride slow forever flossin you don't know
(Chorus)
(Spectacular)
You can call me big 4 when I'm in my domp
72 chevy wit da shove in da trunk
Suade on da seats wit da suicide doors
Neon light that make da dash board glow
Paint swelled up like apple pie
Sayin hi cause its suicide all da time
2 seconds will get me from 0 to 60
I ain't pullin over then you betta come get me
Girls go wild when I'm on da sceen
My seat belt but we got tv screens
Bluestars stuck by custom glass
And you can hear dem pipes when I hit dem tags
(Chorus)
(Slick ‘Em)
Now what you hate me for (what you hate me for)
Is it da chevy five (is it da chevy five)
On dem glass rims (on dem glass rims)
Wit da chromed trim (wit da chromed trim)
Da way I roll up (roll up)
Calm and laid back (laid back)
just hit the button drop the top
I know they hate dat
Keep smell of fear
Let's make it clear
These playa's ain't real
They kind of fit
Needs some Lysol
Cause Pretty Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, is da shhh eeha
Got me statin, vibratin
Got da street shakin
Lit boy bad there
Nothin but dem 12 quaking playa (playa, playa, playa, playa)
(Chorus)
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