Chevrolet Doors (Extended Mix)

Hook [Deacon] (All Day) All day, ere'day, doing it the Chevy way Slammin' em Chevrolet Doors (Everyday) x 2 Weaving through the game Move through every lane (All Day) All day, ere'day, riding through the airwaves Slammin' em Chevrolet Doors Weaving through the game Old school, heavy frame, yeah First Verse [Deacon] I'm Caprice classic, feeling Cavalier In 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 yall is out of gear Forget gas I could run on fumes 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' uweeze Flashin' in the fast lane, showin us they rubies I've earned stripes from these Talledega nights mane If you ain't fast keep yo 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 KYLIENS, back to space, c'mon Hook Second Verse [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 mane 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 deck 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.... Hook Third Verse [Sheisty] 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 ride this motherfucker till 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