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[Chorus: Deacon the Villian] (All day) All day, ere'day Doing it the Chevy way, slammin them Chevrolet do's (Everyday) Weaving through the game (Everyday) Move through every lane (All day) All day, ere'day Riding through the airwaves, slammin them Chevrolet do's (Everyday) Weaving through the game (Everyday) Old school, heavy frame, yeah [Deacon the Villain] In the Caprice classic, feeling Cavalier Through the night sky, cold hangin like a chandelier Light up the sky when I'm ridin through the stratosphere Nigga we outta here, the rest of ya'll is out of gear Forget gas, I could run on fumes You could find through the Hubble havin fun on moons Got NOS in the tank, Nasty Nas in the deck Make ya movements seem idle when we charge down the stretch Wherever you turn, ladies pullin u-ies Flashin in the fast lane, showin us they rubies I've earned stripes from these Talledega nights mayne If you ain't fast, keep that ass in the right lane I'm in the sky, making it rain on dirt roads Hangin with the satellites, watching the earth roll Chevrolet doors, KY on the plate This for my KY-LIENS, back to space, c'mon [Chorus] [Mino Slick] KYLien, floating in the my space shuttle Cooler than Drew Breez in the +Saints+ huddle I'm known the make the bank double I bang packs, but this rap that's my main hustle ...No lames in my lane SS Chevy, paint job cocaine Plus I'm draped in the Polo Dress so fresh I should take me a photo Hold yo' applause, you are far to kind Bird to the law when I fall through shining Shaft on the dash, got screens on deck The bops go crazy when the king's on set Top back, seats reclined Sweet lit, it's reefer time So can I please get a peace of mind? I'm on cloud nine tryna ease my mind like... [Chorus] [Sheisty Khrist] Yeah, heaven knows, ain't nothing like a 7-4 Chevy with the gold Trues and Vogues Fuck your shoes and clothes, you dudes snooze I'd rather cruise the coast Hit the beach, sip some booze and toast Gut your Oldsmobile, I'm like the coldest nigga holding the wheel The closest thing to really holding the steel When I'm rolling with the top down, it look like I'm posing ill Everybody stop, frozen still What you say Rae, the sun don't freeze? We gon' ride this muh'fucker 'til it run on E Deacon's blowing smoke like it run on tree I got the wind in my hair and the sun on me Ain't a nigga alive can front on me Ain't a motherfucking nigga alive can stunt on me I'm so high, in clouds I'm angelic Might as well blow the blunt on me, have one on me
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