T-Pain - Heavy Chevy lyrics

[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