Mac Dre - My Chevy lyrics

(“I be straight Chev' strikin'”) (“Money-makin', hoochie-sinkin' Crestside playa”) [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I roll a '73 Chevy Caprice Straight stocked out hubcaps and elites A four-door mob shot, that's what I got Burn a little rubber on a punk a** sahob A fat a** fleet that's pumpin' the beat A Zapco board to make things complete I ride and side, whip and dip Spotted in the seat with a joint on my lip Ready to take the cops on a high-speed chase Put up your pink slip ‘cause I'm ready to race Man, I'm so tight, I just blow right Past a muthaf**a and yes his hoe might Flag me down the next time she see me But flaggin' down Dre ain't that easy Steady lookin' out for the black-and-white ones So I can hit the gas, swing some tight ones In my mob shot Chevrolet, I roll every day And bullsh** tapes I'll never play I bump $hort and Spice, and MC Pooh That gangsta sh**, I thought you knew Man, I'm so cool, in my old school Steady pullin' b**hes when I hit the high school Short and tall, light and heavy They all wanna ride in my Chevy [Chorus 4X] (“I be straight Chev' strikin'”) (“Listen to the ba**line, don't it sound funky”) (“I be straight Chev' strikin'”) (Mac Dre, tell these fools about Mac Mall) (Mac Dre: My homeboy Mac Mall ain't nothin' muthaf**in' nice, boy, I'm tellin' you. You better peep the game that he got from the Crestside streets. You know what I'm sayin'? f**in' ‘em up like that there, you know. Can't f** with us, man. They can't f** with us, man. We got too much game, mayne.) (Alright, Khayree, bring that sh** right back. Straight from the Crestside, it's young Mac Mall.) (“Money-makin', hoochie-sinkin' Crestside playa”) [Verse 2: Mac Mall] Catch me in the traffic, it's Mall comin' through in a ‘74 I'm known to blow your doors on the sideshows With the shift kit tranny, n***a, what you think? Put your mail with your mouth and we can race for bank And on a full tank, watch how hectic I get Strikin' with the SES when I'm tacked from the chronic Ride slow just like the comp on the elites And I'mma f** ya dome when I see you in the streets But in the driver seat, stride way too low, fool When I strike, I watch what your hoe do Trick I know you hate the SES crew We straight Chev' strikin' on these punk a** n***as too Fool, what you know about the Strictly SES soldier? f**in' with the doja, it might have me in a coma Nathan nice from the north of the Valley Jo Chronic, Old Gold, spittin' game to pimp, playas and the hoes Known to live illegal but Feds never find a trace Never Captain-Save-a-Hoe, playas never wear a cape Never rappin' fake and we zappin' across every state Comin' up is my fate, so punks love to playa hate But see I never trip because the Chev' is lookin' hella whipped Every n***a and they b**h is sprung on this playa sh** So when you see me, man, punch it Because the squad is in the town with the Zapco adjusted Fifteens bumpin' as I hit the highways on the turf with Smurf Hittin' the block sideways And I can swing it five ways, danked, always in a daze Rollers try to fade, but trick I'mma stay paid Fools try to ride, they know they ain't ready The marks claim they mobbin' but they ain't strikin' them Chevys, mayne We strikin' (“I be straight Chev' strikin'”) (“Money-makin', hoochie-sinkin' Crestside playa”)