In the Chevelet (feat. Cheek Da Freek) Lyrics & Tabs by Krayzie Bone
In the Chevelet (feat. Cheek Da Freek)
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(Thug Shit) In the chevrolet... In the 55, goin' silly...
I'm on the grind, I'm hustlin' daily...
Pound for pound, call me a heavy weight...
Ha ha. What it do. I'm Chic' Da Freak, nigga.
Ya'll know what time it is. This' that ThugLine shit, nigga.
E-Roc, you a fool for this one, homie.
Bang. Ha Ha.
Look, I'm in my Chevy, my head heavy
Bitch, I'm driving slow
I miss my niggero, blowin' dro till my lense slow
Six Five and watch my ass buck the slab at that petty store
Tell me what they hatin' for, not a thang, lets go, keep work for the low
These niggas out they' mind
If I ain't on my grind
I got that ol' school 122's with about my hand size
These niggas out they' mind
If I ain't on my grind
I got that ol' school 122's with about my hand size
peanut butter leather seats will make your broad slip and slide
Asked the whole city 'bout me, Chic' Da Freak don't tell no lies
Heard that nigga snappin' 'Now he signed and fucked with ThugLine'
And if your bitch sic to death, hell yeah, I'll let that bitch inside
Specially if she goin' live
She suckin' me while the Chevy slide
Talkin' about that spit shine
She said his can't get as hard as mine
He ain't got no car to drive, real G's not that hard to find
Catch me on that main line, bubblin' doublin' all the time
Never been no trick, I ain't never had no daddy
And my brother had a Bonni', I pop Chevy's and them Caddy's, nigga
In the chevrolet... In the 55, goin' silly...
I'm on the grind, I'm hustlin' daily...
Pound for pound, call me a heavy weight...
When grandaddy comin down, well, they see grandaddy push
In my grandaddy Caddy, blowin' on grandaddy kush
Off the hook, when I pull up watch how they look
Like "What the fuck?" Niggas be so shook
These bumps in the trunk beat through yo' hood
So we make it understood, that it's all G double-O-D; Good
We scrape the block, hate the cops, 'cause we still hard crooks
Better check yo spot, believe it or not, you niggas'll get dropped down, bleedin' from the shot
My nigga this' O.G. Krayzie Bone, LeathaFace, Sawed Off, whatever ya'll wanna call me
Roll that dope up, smoke some mo', choke and keep the windows rolled
Dippin' flossin' this for those, niggas that can't get shit from Bone
With a hollow point tip, when it hit ya dome
Murda them niggas, I kill 'em, I'm gone
Come on, you wanna get in to my zone when I roll up, I'ma grip that chrome and sho'nuff
I'm a put 'em in the casket man, wrap a nigga up in plastic man
I'm a basket case, the bullet proof vest ain't no fashion statement, I blast at hate man
I do it for the niggas in the hood and the niggas in the projects, or the niggas that ain't got shit
So don't be comin' with that nonsense, tryin' to block a nigga profit 'cause I'm strapped and I'm...
In the chevrolet... In the 55, goin' silly...
I'm on the grind, I'm hustlin' daily...
Pound for pound, call me a heavy weight...
Candy paint make bitches faint, the Chevy lookin' flossy
26's look ridiculous, now the Chevy crawlin'
Bone Thugs, we did it again, so now we back to ballin'
Quakes in pounds, shuttin' shit down, in the revel, can you hear me now?
Don't get stupid, niggas get chucked like Ruthless when I'm bustin' the pound
KB fell through with a 442 when I gotta get on, mash, that's that gas
Better get away 'cause the engine too fast, it's too fast
Every time we do the whole line, fall through, when we toast to Yak, toast to that
Niggas in the 'hood that be movin' they crack, stackin' they stacks, hoes in the club that be showin' they crack
Got the Chevy outside that be sittin' high with TL on the dash, bust the law, I don't fuck with the gat
When they seein' that I mash ya'll, hit the block, get paid/ I'm a take food stamps and all/ And, my nigga goin' hard on the credit card/ Who the fuck in the 'hood got it better, dog? So, your female, 'cause you know she freak well, he fucked with that TL/ Every album sale, every show they rock, man, them niggas get live as hell, that's all she knows/ Got them niggas be throws, so when they come through the door, that they be showin' at them other niggas shows/ Them other niggas hoes and never gon' change/ ThugLine niggas, we be runnin' the game
In the chevrolet... In the 55, goin' silly...
I'm on the grind, I'm hustlin' daily...
Pound for pound, call me a heavy weight.
