Ridin' Da Chevy Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

juicy J 

we finally gotta warm day it's clean in january 

see I hopped on out my drop-top once again we rollin'chevy 

pearl paint quater green top's and them goldies 

dirty bitches shoes and I can't go I just say hoe's please 

colla clean pass 'em on that tight to my woodgrain 

system bumpin' greatest weed smokin' saves my brain 

time to get it sprayed niggaz steal every color I get 

every time I make one of some fruit juice gotta come wit' it 

smokin' on a dime and a 4 instead of 35 

higher than mile above tha moon on tha black havin' side 

stereo illin' on some sacs lord knows I can't live without it 

everytime I flame through these tricks lil' gun I wanna shout about it 

but these niggaz kill me when that's all they wanna do 

pop these slugs up but they still wanna get fucked up youz a damn fool 

so I be like watchon' you foolz go downward every single day 

while I ride clean drop top's and mean chevrolet, bustaz 

scarecrow 

scopin' these niggaz out on the next block 'cause I know they hoe asses pushin' 

them pounds 

they boomin' whole sales fuckin' up my mail so I gotta close them down 

(will have rest soon!) 

dj paul 

is it that marijuana 

that got my mind clickin' 

could it be erk and jerkin' 

dippin' through tha greens 

you so clean paul 

you so mean 

a nigga drunk as hell, liqa flowin' through my blood stream 

flaggin' down hoes on tha road rolled to tha cut 

honey come hide out where them niggaz be smoked out on them 

malikai, you so high 

let me hit that grapefruit gin 

hopped back in tha pearl thang doin' about 110 

grin on my face 

'cause I know I'm 'bout to make it rich 

triple six mafia '95 and we runnin' shit 

niggaz know tha scope I'm tipped toes on these funky hoes 

everytime you see tha chevy ridin' it be full of smoke...