Lord Infamous - Ridin' N da Chevy, Pt. 2 lyrics

[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