Ridin N Tha Chevy Video (MV)

[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 motherf*cker 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 x13:]
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 cigarillos 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 f*cked up, but they still wanna get f*cked 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 x11]

[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, f*ckin up my mail so I gotta close them down
They got niggaz turning around with bunch of artilary, but scarecrow not scared
F*ckin 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 survivors, just the blood scattered all over the place
We built our smoked out loced out in the f*ckin chevrolet

[Chorus x8]

[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 greens 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 grapefruit 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 motherf*cker bitch, for the 95, you niggaz can't f*ck with us biaaaaaaaatch

[Chorus: 'til fade]