Chevrolet Blazer, square body Back in the day, y'all, everybody down Old Shell Road felt me thumping Four twelves in the back, let 'em know I was coming White dice, black ice, freshener All I cared about was impressing her Had that rear-view lean on her lipstick Thank God she had a thing for misfits
Black sheep, black Chevy Mobile, wasn't ready Bump, bumping the six-disc changer Bass kicking like Texas Ranger She liked the way it shook I liked the way she looked Backseat, going far as she'd let me So now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddy
Black sheep, black Chevy
Chrome bullet-hole rims on Bridgestones Mean limousine, tinted windows Like a pimp pulling up at her house Her daddy in the yard yelling, "Turn that shit down" Truck train to the party Back it up, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Momma praying for the day I was baptized Cops had my plate memorized
Black sheep, black Chevy Mobile, wasn't ready Bump, bumping the six-disc changer Bass kicking like Texas Ranger She liked the way it shook I liked the way she looked Backseat, going far as she'd let me So now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddy
Black sheep, black Chevy Black sheep, black Chevy So now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
