My Homeboys Chevy

I'm on the block, sacked up

Got twomps to kill

Gurpin' out my '74 Bonneville

No time to chill, I'm on the grind for real

What you want? What you need? Tryna find some pills

Well come holla at yo neighborhood thug supply

Got everything that a **** love to buy

It's me, MD, skrrtin' from the killer whales

Black and white is always on a ****'s tail

But I'm hypo, nitro, keep the Chevy boatin', floatin'

From Sac' to Oakland and the sack you smokin'

Nobody does it better, gangsta mac

Kill a **** and the bitch I swear to gets my cheddar

(Ching ching) And all that

Put it in a backwood, ****, roll that

It's nothin' playa, a little game and muscle

Is all it takes to get a gang of ruffles

I sit low in my homeboy's Chevy

My Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes

Yo baby peep the science of somethin' that's an actual fact, yo

You can't mix love with rap, you better step back

My K Swiss like to step on the gas

And if you knew how fast, you'd think I just might crash

I think I saw the devil all up in my purple bag

And still, I had to roll fat

Can you believe that?

Can I believe that?

Did you retrieve that?

The money in the bag, homie, I'ma need that

My Blackberry cellphone confuses me

I got women talkin' 'bout Nicky, you usin' me

I got coogi rap, yo, in my speakers in the back

My car shine like a new gat

I'm with the genie of the lamp

Comin' off the exit ramp

I grab cash like a calf cramp

I like garlic butter with Alioto crab

My son had a fight, I told him, "Work the jab"

Sometimes I'm very stingy, but yo, I'm mostly greedy

Been eatin' onion rings on Poke street, that very greasy

Man, it's crackin' like a flower seed

Blowin' off a gang of weed

Not to the authority, picture four more of me

Racin' through this shit like the olympics

Runnin' red lights, never carin' 'bout a witness

I sit low in my homeboy's Chevy

My Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes

Yo baby peep the science of somethin' that's an actual fact, yo

You can't mix love with rap, you better step back

My K Swiss like to step on the gas

And if you knew how fast, you'd think I just might crash

I think I saw the devil all up in my purple bag

And still, I had to roll fat

Can you believe that?