- T-Pain Heavy Chevy 歌詞
- T-Pain
- What up, bruh?
What up?
So, you know, I was thinkin, right
Since we doin, you know
The 'He Rap He Sang' album, I figured
You know, that you from N-O, right
Mhm, mhm
Right, right, and Im from Florida
Tallahassee
Right, so I got a couple things to, like, teach you
Okay
That you probably need to know about
Since you came to Miami now
And you know what Im sayin
You pretty much a certified Florida boy
Woo!
So is it cool if, like
I just teach you a couple things you need to know
Its not much, all you gotta do is sit back
Relax, take it in, you ready?
No worries, no homo
Alright, lets go
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Bitch
Why are these streets nothin
But heavy Chevys, man?
Bitch
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this
Aight big bruh
Fall it out
Heavy Chevys
I see you
(Heavy Chevys, man)I think I got this one
I think I got it
Yknow, I was talkin bout(Why are these streets nothin)
Like, Trick Daddy
And yknow, the real Dunk Ryders
Alright
Lets see what I got
T-W
The business
So lets start with the
72 Chevelle, I know that well
Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me
But I will never sell, hell
Mids and highs and 4-12s
24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells
Inside got baby blue gator scales
Even on the bottom of the seat
You can see the gator tail
My shithard as a turtle shell
Plus I got a mothafuckin motor
Thatll make them tires yell
When I was 11, dawg
I learned bout my Chevy, dawg
I burned the Pirellis off
Convertible, take it off
Believe my leather stayin soft
Thats why Im at the start line
Bout to take it off
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man(Aight, see)
I see
You gotta learn, big bruh
I see, I see
Now, I kinda want you
To come back and tell me
What you learned from my lesson
Okay
Yknow what Im sayin
Mhm, Ima finish hittin the weed first
Right, right
Can I hit that bitch one more time, please
Oh, but of course , but of course
But still, I need to know
That you know that I know that you know(Okay)
Let me get somethin
Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck
The one without the little man step
And I love that bitch so much
Tomorrow Ima wear the fan belt
Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help
Beatin down yo block, leave you with a damn welt
I used to have a 64 a few years ago
I had that bitch on three wheels
On one of my old videos
Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio
But my neighbors call it
'Please turn down the stereo!'
Now cut that hoe up louder
24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala
See Pain, I knew a lil somethin
But thanks for the lesson
As a matter of fact, yknow what
Ima buy you a Chevy
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Why are these streets nothin
But heavy Chevys, man?
Heavy Chevys (See, see Pain)
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
I aint gon lie, when I got to Florida
I havent saw that many Chevys in my life
I meant to say 'seen,' but um
Right now. In the spirit of Chevys
Ima switch to T-Wayne and take it back
I said, a long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
I could make the people dance
And maybe theyd be happy for a while
Oh, but February made me shiver
With every paper I deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldnt take one more step
I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But somethin touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So bye-bye Ms. American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol boys was drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin thisll be the day that I die
Day that I die
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