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My Chevy (Extended Mix)
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Mac Dre
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("I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("I—, I be—, I be—, I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("Money-makin', hoochie-sinkin' Crestside playa") I roll a '73 Chevy Caprice Straight stocked out hubcaps and elites A four-door mob shot, that's what I got Burn a little rubber on a punk a** sahob (Punk a** sahob) A fat a** fleet that's pumpin' the beat A Zapco board to make things complete (Things complete) I ride and side, whip and dip Spotted in the seat with a joint on my lip (Joint on my lip) Ready to take the cops on a high-speed chase Put up your pink slip 'cause I'm ready to race Man, I'm so tight, I just blow right Past a motherf**ker and yes his ho might Flag me down the next time she sees me But flaggin' down Dre ain't that easy (Ain't that easy) Steady lookin' out for the black-and-white ones So I can hit the gas, swing some tight ones In my mob shot Chevrolet, I roll every day And bullsh*t tapes I'll never play (Never play) I bump $hort and Spice, and MC Pooh That gangsta sh*t, I thought you knew (I thought you knew) Man, I'm so cool, in my old school Steady pullin' b*t*hes when I hit the high school (Hit the high school) Short and tall, light and heavy They all wanna ride in my Chevy ("I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("Listen to the ba**line, don't it sound funky?") ("I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("Listen to the ba**line, don't it sound funky?") ("I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("Listen to the ba**line, don't it sound funky?") ("I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("Listen to the ba**line, don't it sound funky?") ("I—, I—, I be straight Chev' strikin'") Mac Dre, tell these fools about Mac Mall My homeboy Mac Mall ain't nothin' motherf**kin' nice, boy, I'm tellin' you. You better peep the game that he got from the Crestside streets (That's right, playa) You know what I'm sayin'? (That's riznight) F**kin' 'em up like that there, you know (Playa sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?) Can't f**k with us, man. (For the M-A-C, though, yeah) They can't f**k with us, man. We got too much game, mayne Alright, Khayree, bring that sh*t right back. Straight from the Crestside, it's young Mac Mall ("Money-makin', hoochie-sinkin' Crestside playa") Catch me in the traffic, it's Mall comin' through in a '74 I'm known to blow your doors on the sideshows With the shift kit tranny, n***a, what you think? Put your mail with your mouth and we can race for bank And on a full tank, watch how hectic I get Strikin' with the SES when I'm tacked from the chronic Ride slow just like the comp on the elites And I'ma f**k your dome when I see you in the streets But in the driver seat, stride it way too low, fool When I strike, I watch what your ho do Trick I know you hate the SES crew We straight Chev' strikin' on these punk a** n***as, too Fool, what you know about the Strictly SES soldier? F**kin' with the doja, it might have me in a coma Nathan nice from the north of the Valley Jo Chronic, Old Gold, spittin' game to pimp, playas and the hoes Known to live illegal but Feds never find a trace Never Captain-Save-a-Hoe, playas never wear a cape Never rappin' fake and we zappin' across every state Comin' up is my fate, so punks love to playa hate But see I never trip because the Chev' is lookin' hella whipped Every n***a and they b*t*h is sprung on this playa sh*t So when you see me, man, punch it Because we squat into the town with the Zapco adjusted Fifteens bumpin' as I hit the highways on the turf with a smirk Hittin' the block sideways And I can swing it five ways, danked, always in a daze Rollers try to fade, but trick I'ma stay paid Fools try to ride, they know they ain't ready The marks claim they mobbin' but they ain't strikin' them Chevys, mayne We strikin' Yeah, though, nothin' nathan motherf**kin' nice for '93. It's Mac Mall hooked up with the Strictly SES Faculty. What's up, D-R-E? Yeah, I'm in here with Khayree gettin' real diznope, suckers can't ciznope. It's young Mac Mall, the dank smoker, ho choker, punk provokers, fool. Yeah, straight from the Crestside 'cause you know it's way too cold in the North Pole. Ain't nothin' but playas on my side of town, shuttin' these punk hoes down. It ain't nothin' but mail, you know, clientele, goin' on like that. Hittin' switches, pullin' these punk a** b*t*hes. Yeah, what's really goin' on, though? Ha ha, we gon' see if y'all can f**k with this Illegal Business type sh*t that I spit. It's way too drippy, you know what I'm sayin'? Straight from the Crest-motherf**kin'-side. Like that, though. D-R-E, they can't f**k with us ("If you can't let your hair down then take it off") ("I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("I be straight Chev' strikin'") (Can we go to the next cut?) ("I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("I be straight Chev' strikin'") ("Money-makin', hoochie-sinkin' Crestside playa")
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