Heavy Chevy

[ 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 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 Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch) Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch) Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out Fm Gm G# A#m Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man Fm Gm G# A#m I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? Fm Gm G# A#m Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Let's see what I got (T-Double) Fm Gm G# A#m Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change (Tha Bizness) [ T-Pain] So let's start with the Fm Gm G# A#m '72 Chevelle, I know that well 'Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me But I will never sell, hell Fm Gm G# A#m Mids and highs and 4-12s 24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells Fm Gm G# A#m Inside got baby blue 'gator scales Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the 'gator tail Fm Gm G# A#m My shit hard as a turtle shell Plus I got a mothafuckin' motor that'll make them tires yell Fm Gm G# A#m When I was 11, dawg, I learned 'bout my Chevy, dawg I burned the Pirellis off, convertible, take it off Fm Gm G# A#m Believe my leather stayin' soft That's why I'm at the start line, 'bout to take it off Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch) Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch) Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out Fm Gm G# A#m Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man Fm Gm G# A#m I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? Fm Gm G# A#m Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Let's see what I got (T-Double) Fm Gm G# A#m Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change (Tha Bizness) [ Lil Wayne] Fm Gm G# A#m Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck The one without the little man step Fm Gm G# A#m And I love that bitch so much, tomorrow I'ma wear the fan belt Fm Gm G# A#m Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help Beatin' down yo' block, leave you with a damn welt Fm Gm G# A#m I used to have a '64 a few years ago I had that bitch on three wheels on one of my old videos Fm Gm G# A#m Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio But my neighbors call it "Please turn down the stereo!" Fm Gm G# A#m Now cut that hoe up louder 24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala Fm Gm G# A#m 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 Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch) Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch) Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out Fm Gm G# A#m Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man Fm Gm G# A#m I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? Fm Gm G# A#m Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders Fm Gm G# A#m Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man Let's see what [ Lil Wayne] Fm Gm G# A#m I said, a long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile Fm Gm G# A#m And I knew if I had my chance, I could make the people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while Fm Gm G# A#m Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step Fm Gm G# A#m 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 Fm Gm G# A#m So bye-bye Ms. American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Fm Gm G# A#m And them good ol' boys was drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die, day that I die