Chevy Woods - The Cookout lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa] And thats a round of applause Ladies and Gentleman I'd like to shout out Taylor Gang And shout out my car keys [Wiz Khalifa laughs] It's big business b**h [Chorus - Chevy Woods (Wiz Khalifa)] I'm just chillin, loccin, sippin, smokin like a g should (oh yah) yessir On my fly old school sh** (its my n***a chev-a**) whats that Clint Eastwood (once again id like to thank the Taylor Gang) Tell a friend bring a friend (and if you hatin) Its a cookout We gon drink we gon smoke (well) We gon turn this b**h out [Khalifa laugh] [Verse 1 - Chevy] Uh, roll another doobie Only papers, they be filled up with that ooh wee Let a g roll the OG, then roll one for OG, yeah thats the homie Ha,zig zags baby no leaf Actin like you know the wizzle man, thats my homie Ha, if thats gin n***a pour me Sippin slow, she go down slow like a slow leak Ha, cop the car from the dealer Pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller Yah, king kong young gorilla My cup over flow with I'm a Rhyme spilla Haha, all day mr. count it up I lost count I don't ever think its enough I get it hundred after hundred So everything you did with the money I done done it, gone [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Chevy] Uh, drop top, leather seats Tape deck playin, she a freak It ain't about money, it ain't my language Don't know my name in memory of rick james b**h You know that I'm a taylor though So to the cops cartoon george which way'd he go? sh**, n***a I done blown 80 O's, then 80 O's, then 80 mo In my lifetime no jay-z Just oz roll somethin smoke weed Drink liquor, double cups No lean in it, f** is up? I tell her "b**h I be airborne" Then in a minute in my lap where her hair goin She keep it g She love a n***a I tell "her chill, I'm f**in witcha" [Chorus] I'm a roll one up, as you should We gone smoke old school joints, clint eastwood I'm a roll one up, as you should We gone smoke old school joints, clint eastwood [Verse 3 - Wiz Khalifa] Uh, just parked the time machine b**h You can write a movie off the sh** I done seen Rollin them khalifa papers up with all kinds of green Smokin while I'm rappin n***a don't get no time between Yeah I came up in the game it took time you see I'll show you how to get you money up and get high as me Spoke to my dad the other day, said he proud of me My girl said she found 30 racks when she found my jeans I told her blow it, like her nose was runnin What you hatin me for fam? get some hoes or somethin n***as know me for twistin a whole key f** around and I might toss you a O or somethin I'm a let you hold it and you owe us nothin Its the sh** that I be smokin So be carful how you rollin when you puffin Got a projector in the crib like nino n***as ain't gotta talk bout it, we know (taylor gang, we all heroes) [Chorus] [Chorus]