[Lord Infamous]
Yeah fool, lord infamous back in the studio
With the paul and lord infamous Come With Me To Hell Part 2
My n***a juicy in this motherf**er what's up man
[Juicy J]
Yeah I know what time it is we finna do the ridin in the chevy
Part 2 on y'all a** you know what I'm sayin
It's on fool
[Hook - Repeat 13X]
Ridin in the chevy as we also smoke the ink mane
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We finally got a warm day it's straight in january see
I hopped out of my drop top once again we rollin chevy
Pearl paint, quarter green top, and them gold Ds
Dirty b**hes choosin I can't go, I just say hoes please
Ballin clean past I'm holdin tight to my woodgrain
System bumpin greatest hits, weed smoke invade my brain
Time to get it sprayed, n***as steal every color I get
Everytime I make one up some fool tr-iz-y to come with it
Smokin on a dime boy, then the (?) said 35
Higher than a mile above the moon on that black haven side
Sturdy inhalin on some satan the lord knows I can't live without it
Everytime a flame penetrates some bud I wanna shout about it
But these n***as k** me when that's all they wanna do
Pockets f**ed up, but they still wanna get f**ed up, you's a damn fool
So I be like watchin you fools goin down like every single day
While I ride clean, drop top and mean, chevrolet, busta
[Hook - 11X]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Scopin' these n***as out on the next block
Cause I know that they hoe a**es pushin' them pounds
They blew my whole sale, f**in' up my mail
So I gotta close 'em down
They got n***as standing 'round with much artillery
But Scarecrow not scared
f**in' up my damn business, I call up the Triple 6
We catch them tricks unprepared
A partner of mine said they brought in some ???
Rackin' plenty of stacks
I brought up my n***as, we polished the triggers
I figured its time for the jack
Paul took the sack, Skinny took the back
Koop took the ??? front
My n***a Mal took out the window with the Mossberg pump
I started droppin' n***as runnin' out into the parking lot
Skinny started popping tricks at the back dawg
He grabbed 'bout a pound of crop
My n***a Koop blasted them n***as
We missed them on the roof
Paul running with the Tech and a vest
He blast them b**hes and grabbed the loot
Dead bodies were scattered all over the cut
We drove off up in the smoke
Now we got plenty money b**h
And we gonna serve plenty of dope
There's no survivors
Just the blood scattered all over the place
We built our smoked out, loced out in the f**in' Chevrolet
[Hook - 8X]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Is it the Marijuana that got my mind clickin'?
Could it be Erk and Jerk that got me straight trippin'?
Dippin' through the breeze, you so clean, Paul you so mean
A n***a drunk as hell, liqour flowin' through my bloodstream
Flaggin' down hoes on the road, roll to the cut
Honeycomb hideout
Where them n***as be smoked out on them blunts
Malachi, you so high, let me hit that grapefruit gin
Jumped back in that pearl thang, doin' about 110
Grin on my face, cause I know I'm 'bout to make it rich
Triple 6 Mafia '95, yeah we runnin' sh**
n***as know the score, I'm ten toes on these funky hoes
Everytime you see the Chevy ridin' it be full of smoke
[DJ Paul Talking]
Aw yeah n***a ridin in the chevy for the 95 three 6 mafia in this ho
Don't forget to look out for the tape though you know what I'm sayin'
We in this motherf**er b**h, for the 95, you n***as can't f** with us biaaaaaaaatch
[Hook - 'til fade]