Caprice music

Huh Hey (Chorus) Candy drippin On the chevy Caprice classic Already I do the fool Watch me clown Its dat caprice music It goes down (Chorus) So fly not a wrinkle Hop up in the Chevy Work the wood like my single Dippin and swirvin Me and Loc ya herd me Spinnin thru tha grove Cocked up on 24's Heavy on da neck You know me So many chains on im bout to OG 350 what it is I see u gripin when that ?? get big I be stuntin on dat ass Screens up pop out the dash Beep beep who got the keys to the caprice(neeroom) 454 engine is obese Pull up pulled by 25 freeks I play for keeps (Chorus) (Chorus) Television wood wheels Sun roof push back Take boys to school on these slabs Im a class act One boppa Two boppa Three boppa Four Welcome to the chevy when I let up the doors Sippin and smokin Gotta pass that Take five puffs then pass it right back Noise my protected TBG's up 53 B.I.G D-D-D-D-Double up Gangs all here Leather on the chair Ain't nobody flossin like this I swear! Presidential tint Bang in the trunk Pistols everywhere got me fuc*ed up Milk drop the beat I lace the track Im a fool wit it (fool wit it) Like twisted black Wip game vicious My car look delicious So much candy on the car Its re-goddamn-diculous (Chorus) (Chorus) One boppa Two Boppa Three boppa Four One boppa Two boppa Three boppa Four