[Intro: Lord Infamous and Juicy J]
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 mane?
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] (repeating)
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 D's
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 a quarter whats that a 35?
Higher than a mile above the moon on the black haven side
Sturdy inhalin' on some satan
The Lord knows I can't live without it
Everytime a flame penetrates a blunt 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 ho 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 six
We catch them tricks unprepared
A partner of mine said they brought in some weed yeah they rackin plenty of stacks
I brought up my n***as, we polished the triggers
I figured its time for the jack
Paul took the side, Skinny took the back
Koop took the room on 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 door
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 Tec 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 green, you so clean, Paul you so mean
A n***a drunk as hell, liquor 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
Malaka, you so high, let me hit that grapefruit gin
Jumped back in that pearl thang, doin' about one tin
Grin on my face, cause I know I'm bout to make it rich
(Triple Six 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
The Three 6 Mafia in this hoe
Don't forget to look out for the tape though
You know what I'm sayin'
We in this motherf**ing b**h, for the 95
You n***as can't f** with us biaaaaaaaatch