[Intro: T.I. & Big Kuntry King]
Yeah
Yeah, come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
Uh
What? What? Pimp Squad, shawty
What you know about this, uh, what they know? (You ain't know about them)
(Hey, hey) Now watcha really know.... about them? (What it is)
(Uh, what it is) You ain't know about them
Them heavy chevys, shawty, them heavy chevys, shawty (You ain't know about them)
[Verse 1: Big Kuntry King]
Now how you tame a young baller that rides Suburbans
Caprices and candy Impalas, raspberry Monte Carlos
That barks like a rottweiler off the collar
Addicted to hustlin' and stackin' mighty dollars
Ho holla, when you hear the Chevy beatin' down the street
Beatin' so hard the Crissy wasting on my mink seats
To get them reupholstered gonna call me ten G's
The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys
With the diamond 'gainst the trim
A young ass nigga with a Louis V brim
A sporty young shawty with this Gucci shades dim
These hoes mistaking me for being they pimp
They say "Baby couldn't see you past them shiny rims"
I'm cool little daddy, bitch, I've never been a simp
And if you choose a ho, you need to hop on in
And if you ain't bitch, you need to ride with him
Cause I'm pimpin' in my...
[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]
Heavy Chevys, heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Heavy Chevys, heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
[Verse 2: AK]
Now if you heard of me, you gon' feel something hot to the 3rd degree
Coming down your streets in a black Caprice with a fine ass freak in the passenger seat
Y'all fake niggas don't know the half of me, I spit pimp game automatically, don't be mad at me
Cause I'm finally coming up in the industry in the 450 sitting on a triple D's
Bloodline, the underground celebrities, Mac Bone my partna keeping the beat
Heat it up like a cookout when the sun fall, y'all niggas better look out your rap career is over
I put a hook out like you bet Apollo, ridin', swervin' while my niggas follow
Hoes wobbling and start slobbin', bobbin' on your dick until they swallow, AH
[Verse 3: Mac Boney & T.I.]
Speedometer broken, dual smokin', body dented, windows tinted
Bend it around the corner, leaning, engine steaming, screaming demons
Spillin' liquor, yeah, nigga, blow a tire off the wire
Burning rubber leaving foul, muthafucka, how you ride
Choppin' blades with triple golds, stay away from Campbellton Road
Playa cause I'm riding old, it ain't no thang to take them Vogues
Jack it up, strip it down, have the freshest car in town
Pimpin' cuz I'm bout my crown - Ay, shawty, what's that knocking sound?
[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]
Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
[Verse 4: T.I. & Dollar D.P.]
T.I.P. and P.S. is fresher than new SS's (Yeah)
Triple golds and Vogues shinin' like some treasure chests (Bling)
I got a fetish, I ain't gettin' in it boy unless it's
Got them little blue boxes off in the headrestes
I bet it's wood in the dash, dual in the ass
Get an Impala, holla, watch me *skirrrt*, when I pass
I'm burning rubber in your yard, diggin' up ya grass
Drag racin' 454, that's what make it fast
I hit the gas and I mash on it in a flash (What?)
Throw it in the gutter, buy another if it crash (That's petty cash)
I parlay all day in a Chevrolet (Uh-huh)
Pearsjay with a face bright as heavens day
I'm beatin' fo' teens in the flo then
Hit the store beam for some more Hen (Hey Dub)
Pull a ho and four friends - them dubs still spinnin' with a gold grill in it (Okay)
White leather guts, wipe up what ya spill in it
Still trillin' out here
[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]
Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Heavy Chevys, heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')
[Outro: T.I.]
Yeah
TIP, shawty
Uh, P$C, shawty
Uh, Pimp Squad
Uh, D.P., Mac Boney, AK, uh, Big Kuntry, shawty
Y'all ain't ready, we ridin' in them Chevys
TV's and DVD's in the Chevys
Come on, let that bitch ride, let that bitch ride
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