Three 6 Mafia - Ridin' Da Chevy lyrics

rate me

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 bitches 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 fucked 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 fuckin' 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...