Three 6 Mafia - Ridin' N' Tha Chevy 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 nigga juicy in this motherfucker 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 ass you know what I'm sayin

it's on fool

[Chorus x13:]

Ridin in the chevy as we also smoke the ink mane

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

We finally got a warm day it's clean in january

See as I hopped out of my drop top once again we rollin chevy

Pearl paint, quarter green top, and them gold teeth

Dirty bitches chewin' and I can't go, I just say hoes please

Rollin clean, passin on them tight, to my woodgrain

System bumpin greatest hits, weed smoke invade my brain

Time to get it sprayed, niggaz steal every color I get

Everytime I paint 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 cigars lord knows I can't live without it

Everytime a flame penetrates some bud I wanna shout about it

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

They is fucked up, but they still wanna get fucked 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

[Chorus x11]

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Scopin these niggaz *out on the next* block cause I know that they hoe asses *been sheddin* them pounds

They blew my whole sale, fuckin up my mail so I gotta close them down

They got niggaz turning around with bunch of artilary, but scarecrow not scared

Fuckin up my damn buisness, I call up the triple six, we catch them tricks unprepared

A partner of mine said they (?) rackin plenty of stacks

I brought up my niggaz, we polished the triggers I figured its time for the jack

Paul told us all...back into the room in front

My nigga Mal took out the window with the ?mossberg? pump

I started droppin niggaz runnin *up* into the parking lot

Skinny dropped the tricks in the back door, he grabbed about a pound of crop

My nigga koop blasted them niggaz, we missed them on the roof

Paul ready with the tech, and a vest, he blast them bitches and grabbed the loot

Dead bodies were scattered all over the cut, we drove off up in the smoke

Now we got plenty money bitch, 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 fuckin chevrolet

[Chorus x8]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

Is it that marijuana that got my mind clickin

Could it be irk and jirk that got me straight trippin

Dippin through the breeze you so clean paul you so mean

A nigga drunk as hell, liqour flowin through my bloodstream

Flaggin down hoes on the road, roll to the cut

Honeycolm Hideout, where them niggaz be smoked out on them blunts

Man like high, you so high, let me hit that *grapefruit gin*

Jumped back in that pearl thang, doin about 110

Grin on my face, cause I kno I'm bout to make it rich

Triple six mafia 95 yeah we runnin shit

Niggaz 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 nigga ridin in the chevy for the 95 three 6 mafia in this hoe

Don't forget to look out for the tape though you know what I'm sayin'

We in this motherfucker bitch, for the 95, you niggaz can't fuck with us biaaaaaaaatch

[Chorus: 'til fade]

Thanks to Killa Kam for these lyrics