[Intro: T-Dre] Mike G, why don't you drop us somethin' else? Yeah, this jam goes out to all my gente cruisin' in them cla**ic Chevrolets, you know what I'm sayin'? This song was done a long time ago before you know who f**ed it up Yeah, Lighter Shade Of Brown [Verse 1: T-Dre] I'm just coastin' on a sunny day Got my homies on the way but still mashin' in my Chevrolet But hey, I'm only makin' necessary stops Clownin' on the coast as the ba** just drops Out your box while your Six-Four [?] Stupid a** folks tryin' front off the air shocks Glidin', feelin' the atmospheric breeze Punks don't touch my mic cuz it's [?] Yeah, the jam of the year, is right here I lift the front so I can drop the rear Just got back from the B-ball court Me and Tee are just coastin' in the super sport Say "What's up" to my homies from around the way Keep cruisin' that flat six Chevrolet They say, "Let's go chill at Waller" So I waxed Impala, my '65 Impala Pick up my friends around one Now my friends are fightin' over whose gonna sit shotgun Not to brag but my ride's nice inside This is strictly dedicated to the Brown Pride And I'm Coastin' [Chorus: Raylene (x2)] Just coastin' with the top down on a sunny day I got the homies on the way [Verse 2: Deluxe] Coastin', blew another phat track T-Dre and I are gonna take it to the sky and see Just what it's all about Cuz foos around my way are gettin' jacked for their clout