Chevy Boyz Lyrics - Singles - Blood Raw

[Intro - Blood Raw] 

Ha-ha 

She say she wonder how the sun shines 

(Blood Raw!) 

She say she never rode in a Chevy neither 

(For real?) 

I love my Chevy my nigga 

(I know you do too homeboy) 

I'ma show you how to enjoy your time down here baby girl where we stay 

(CTE, U.S.D.A.!) 

[Chorus - Young Jeezy] X2 

I don't mean to brag, but my shit so clean 

My Chevy do something to my self esteem 

Alpine in the dash, and the duals in the ass 

And that wet, wet paint, the shit look like glass 

[Verse 1 - Blood Raw] 

Zoom, just how my Chevy sound 

Bump, bump, bump, just how the Chevy sound 

It's like a band in a nigga donk 

Rock four fives, it's like a band in a nigga trunk 

Boat motor right now, nigga pass me 

502, donk riding like Trick Daddy 

Rally stripes, the Chevy transform 

When the doors go up, it looks like there's something more 

Flowmasters, MagnaFlow tips 

And them hoes catch nuts when they see that shit 

Brown jet, feeling jet, no carburetor 

And the color apple green like a Now and Later 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 

Boss 

Yesterday I caught a flat, as I ran out of gas, with a pocket full of stacks 

Your Chevy can't compare 

These niggas scared to inhale my motor breathing on a L 

The peddle, I mash down, my window, was half down 

The L, I pass around, you smell it like hash browns 

Million dollar nigga still smoking in a Class E 

And my homie with a mobile, watch him let him blast it 

I'm sitting on twenty something's, that ain't important 

What's important is getting plenty money 

Racist Section 8, they continue to segregate 

I ain't tripping, I'm loading weight and booming around the way 

I got to find a better way, until I do I got a new AK off in the Chevrolet 

Riding with the bitch I fucked last night 

Her pussy still wet as she listen to the glass pipes 

Boss 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Blood Raw] 

I'm from the Gunshine, where them boys ride Chevy 

Little mama say she never rolled in a Chevy 

Say she like the paint job and the way it sounds 

She like the way it look when I let the top down 

Alpine touch screen I got three twenties 

26's homie, my Chevy, he a grown man 

It look real sweet, don't it man? 

Like Shaq, got big feet on it, man 

So about it, like to hear the motor low 

When I hit the gas, I bet that bitch don't choke 

Enjoy the ride, I'ma show you why the sun shines 

Put it all on the line that a nigga can't out run mine 

[Chorus]