Mac Dre - My Homeboy's Chevy lyrics

Verse 1 (Mac Dre) I'm on a block stacked up Got tromps to k** Purpin' out my 74 Bonneville No time to chill I'm a grind for real What you want? What you need? Tryin to find some pills? Well come holla at yo neighborhood thug supply Got everythang a n***a love to buy It's me, M-D Skirtin from the k**er whales Black and Whites is always on a n***a's tail But I'm hypo, nitro, keep the Chevy Vogue'n , floatin From Sac to oakland and the sack you smokin Nobody does it better, get my money, k** a n***a and the b**h I sweat her I gets my cheddar Ching ching and all that Put it in a Backwood n***a roll that It's nothing playa A little game and muscle It's all it takes to get a gang a rustle Chorus I sit low in my homeboys Chevy My Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes Yo baby peep the science of something that's an actual fact Yo you can't mix love with rap You better step back My K Swiss, like the step on the gas And if you knew how fast, you'd think I just might crash I think I saw the devil all up in my purple bag, and still I have to roll fat Can you believe that? Verse 2 (Andre Nickatina) Can I believe that? Did you retrieve that? The money in the bag Homie I'm a need that My blackberry cellphone confuses me I got women talking about Nicki you using me I got coogi rap yo, in my speakers in the back My car shine like a new gat, I'm with the "Genie of the Lamp" Comin off the exit ramp I grab cash like a calf cramp I like garlic bu*ter with Alioto's crab My son had a fight I told him work the jab Sometimes I'm very stingy But yo I'm mostly greedy Man eatin onion rings On Poke street, that be very greasy Man it's cracking like a flower seed Blowing off a gang of weed Not to be authority Picture for a more of me Racing through this sh** like the Olympics Running red lights Never caring about a witness Chorus I sit low in my homeboys Chevy, my Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes Yo baby picture tryin to sell somethin that's an actual fact yo If you can't mix love with rap You better step back My K swiss, like the step on the gas And if you knew how fast, you think I just might crash I think I saw the devil roll up in my purple bag, and still I have to roll phat Can you believe that?