[Intro: T-Pain & Lil Wayne] What up, bruh? What up? So, y'know, I was thinkin', right? Y'know, since we doin' the "He Rap He Sang" album, I figured Y'know that you from N-O, right? Mhm, mhm Right, right, and I'm 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 I did And you know what I'm 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? It's not much, all you gotta do is sit back, relax, take it in, you ready? No worries, no homo Alright, let's go
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne] 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, a'ight big bruh, fall it out Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? Y'know, I was taught by like, Trick Daddy And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Let's see what I got (T-Double) Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change (Tha Bizness)
[Verse 1: T-Pain] So let's 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, yeah Inside got baby blue 'gator scales Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the 'gator tail My shit hard as a turtle shell Plus I got a mothafuckin' motor that'll 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 That's why I'm at the start line, 'bout to take it off
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne] Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man A'ight, see? (I see) You gotta learn, big bruh (I see, I see) Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Now, I kinda want you to come back and tell me what you learned from my lesson (Okay) Y'know what I'm sayin'? Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change Mhm, I'ma finish hittin' the weed first Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man Right, right (Can I hit that bitch one more time, please?) Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? Oh, but of course, but of course Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man But still, I need to know that you know that I know that you know (Okay) Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change Let me get somethin'
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck, the one without the little man step And I love that bitch so much, tomorrow I'ma 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, y'know what? I'ma buy you a Chevy
[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne] Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man See, see Pain I ain't gon' lie, when I got to Florida Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change I haven't saw that many Chevys in my life Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man I meant to say "seen," but um Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? In the spirit of Chevys Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man I'ma switch to T-Wayne and take it back
[Outro: Lil Wayne] 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 they'd be happy for a while Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't 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' this'll be the day that I die, day that I dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
