[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 - Repeat 13X] 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 - 11X]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Scopin these niggaz I'm owning this block cause I know that they hoe asses pushin 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 out 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 survival, just the blood scattered all over the place We built our smoked out loced out in the fuckin chevrolet
[Chorus - 8X]
[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 serve of 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
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