[Intro – T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
What up, bruh?
What up?
So, y'know, I was thinking, right?
Y'know, since we doing the (He Rap He Sang) album, I figured
That you from N-O, right?
Mhm, mhm
Right, right, and I'm from Florida
Tallaha**ee?
Right, so I got a couple things to, like, teach you
Okay
That you probably need to know about
Since you came to Miami now, and you know what I'm saying
You pretty much a certified Florida boy
(Woo!)
So is it cool if, like, I just teach you a couple things you need to know?
It's not much, all you gotta do is sit back, relax, take it in, you ready?
No worries, no h*mo
Alright, let's go
[Hook/Chorus]
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
b**h
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
b**h
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this
A'ight big bruh
Fall it out
Big, big paper, we ain't f**ing with no petty change
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
I see you
I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
Y'know, I was talking 'bout, like, Trick Daddy
And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders
Heavy Chevys
Alright
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Let's see what I got
T-W
Big, big paper, we ain't f**ing with no petty change
The business
[Verse 1 – T-Pain]
So let's start with the
'72 Chevelle, I know that well
‘Cause everybody try to buy that b**h from me
But I will never sell, hell
Mids and highs and 4-12s
24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells
Inside got baby blue ‘gator scales
Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the ‘gator tail
My sh** hard as a turtle shell
Plus I got a mothaf**ing motor that'll make them tires yell
When I was 11, dawg
I learned 'bout my Chevy, dawg
I burned the Pirellis off
Convertible, take it off
Believe my leather staying soft
That's why I'm at the start line, 'bout to take it off
[Hook/Chorus]
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
A'ight
See?
I see
You gotta learn, big bruh
I see, I see
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Now, I kinda want you
To come back and tell me what you learned from my lesson
Okay
Y'know what I'm saying?
Big, big paper, we ain't f**ing with no petty change
Mhm, I'ma finish hitting the weed first
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Right, right
Can I hit that b**h one more time, please?
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
Oh, but of course, but of course
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
But still, I need to know
That you know that I know that you know
Okay
Big, big paper, we ain't f**ing with no petty change
Let me get something
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck
The one without the little man step
And I love that b**h so much, tomorrow I'ma wear the fan belt
Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help
Beating down yo' block, leave you with a damn welt
I used to have a '64 a few years ago
I had that b**h on three wheels on one of my old videos
Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio
But my neighbors call it (Please turn down the stereo!)
I cut that hoe up louder
24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala
See Pain, I knew a lil something, but thanks for the lesson
As a matter of fact, y'know what? I'ma buy you a Chevy
[Hook/Chorus]
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
[Outro – Lil Wayne]
I said, a long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance, I could make the people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried whenever the bodies will arive
But something touched me deep inside the day the music died
So bye-bye Ms. American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
And them good old boys was drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die, day that I die