Ridin' in the Chevy Pt. 2

[Lord Infamous] Yeah fool, lord infamous back in the studio With the paul and lord infamous Come With Me To Hell Part 2 My nigga juicy in this motherfucker what's up man [Juicy J] Yeah I know what time it is we finna do the ridin in the chevy Part 2 on y'all ass you know what I'm sayin It's on fool [Hook - Repeat 13X] Ridin in the chevy as we also smoke the icky 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 Ds Dirty bitches 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, niggas 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 the (?) said 35 Higher than a mile above the moon on that black haven side Sturdy inhalin on some satan the lord knows I can't live without it Everytime a flame penetrates some bud I wanna shout about it But these niggas kill me when that's all they wanna do Pockets fucked up, but they still wanna get fucked 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 niggas out on the next block cause I know that they ho asses pushin them pounds They blew my whole sale, fuckin up my mail so I gotta close 'em down They got niggas standing 'round with much artilary, but scarecrow not scared Fuckin up my damn buisness, I call up the triple six, we catch them tricks unprepared A partner of mine said they brought in some ??? rackin plenty of stacks I brought up my niggas, we polished the triggers I figured its time for the jack Paul took the side, Skinny took the back, Koop took the ??? front My nigga Mal took out the window with the ?mossberg? pump I started droppin niggas runnin out into the parking lot Skinny started popping tricks at the back dawg, he grabbed bout a pound of crop My nigga koop blasted them niggas, we missed them on the roof Paul running with the tech, and a vest, he blast them bitches and grabbed the loot Dead bodies were scattered all over the cut, we drove off up in the smoke Now we got plenty money bitch, 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 fuckin chevrolet [Hook - 8X] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Is it that marijuana that got my mind clickin Could it be irk and jirk that got me straight trippin Dippin through the breeze you so clean paul you so mean A nigga drunk as hell, liqour flowin through my bloodstream Flaggin down hoes on the road, roll to the cut Honeycolm Hideout, where them niggas be smoked out on them blunts Malachi, you so high, let me hit that grapefruit gin Jumped back in that pearl thang, doin about 110 Grin on my face, cause I kno I'm bout to make it rich Triple six mafia 95 yeah we runnin shit Niggas 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 nigga ridin in the chevy for the 95 three 6 mafia in this ho Don't forget to look out for the tape though you know what I'm sayin' We in this motherfucker bitch, for the 95, you niggas can't fuck with us biaaaaaaaatch [Hook - 'til fade]