Three 6 Mafia - Ridin' in the Chevy Pt. 2 lyrics

[Lord Infamous] Yeah fool, lord infamous back in the studio With the paul and lord infamous Come With Me To Hell Part 2 My n***a juicy in this motherf**er 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 a** you know what I'm sayin It's on fool [Hook - Repeat 13X] Ridin in the chevy as we also smoke the ink 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 b**hes 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, n***as 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 n***as k** me when that's all they wanna do Pockets f**ed up, but they still wanna get f**ed 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 n***as out on the next block Cause I know that they hoe a**es pushin' them pounds They blew my whole sale, f**in' up my mail So I gotta close 'em down They got n***as standing 'round with much artillery But Scarecrow not scared f**in' up my damn business, I call up the Triple 6 We catch them tricks unprepared A partner of mine said they brought in some ??? Rackin' plenty of stacks I brought up my n***as, we polished the triggers I figured its time for the jack Paul took the sack, Skinny took the back Koop took the ??? front My n***a Mal took out the window with the Mossberg pump I started droppin' n***as runnin' out into the parking lot Skinny started popping tricks at the back dawg He grabbed 'bout a pound of crop My n***a Koop blasted them n***as We missed them on the roof Paul running with the Tech and a vest He blast them b**hes and grabbed the loot Dead bodies were scattered all over the cut We drove off up in the smoke Now we got plenty money b**h 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 f**in' Chevrolet [Hook - 8X] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Is it the Marijuana that got my mind clickin'? Could it be Erk and Jerk that got me straight trippin'? Dippin' through the breeze, you so clean, Paul you so mean A n***a drunk as hell, liqour flowin' through my bloodstream Flaggin' down hoes on the road, roll to the cut Honeycomb hideout Where them n***as 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 know I'm 'bout to make it rich Triple 6 Mafia '95, yeah we runnin' sh** n***as 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 n***a 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 motherf**er b**h, for the 95, you n***as can't f** with us biaaaaaaaatch [Hook - 'til fade]