Jackin' Chevys

We jackin' Chevys

Chevy jackin', Chevy jackin', we jackin' Chevys

We jackin' Chevys

Jack, jackin' ChevysParking lot, full of cars

It was yours, now its ours

We jackin' ChevysCruising down the street in your 6-4

Banging your beats, shining your gold

Went to the store for gas and booze

Then pulled up to the park where they shooting some hoops

A car pulls up, who could it be?

My nigga KP in the 28z

Rolled down the window, where'd you get that from?

Cold snatched him out his ride with his new hand gun

I swear the boys in my hood are always hard

Come flossing around, they'll take your car

See around these parts, Chevy jackin' is law

And what's mine is mine and what's yours is oursParking lot, full of cars

It was yours, now its ours

We jackin' ChevysWhile you was up in Foxboro thinking about girls

I was 'round the way on Lincoln Way on bowling ball swirls

Traveling out to Canton with the beats in the trunk

With six switches in the floor to make the ass jump

To make the ass jump, 6 switches in the floor to make the ass jump

We make the ass jump, with 6 switches in the floor to make the ass jump

This for the Chevy rollers who love them heavy motors

Cranking steering wheel columns on Monte Carlo's and Nova's

Taking 12 on the chase, they never gon' pull us over

The streets have been taking over, we ride till we burn the motors

Cutting corners with my guys

Five rides, five bow ties

Crash those, take more rides

From big trucks, to the low ridesParking lot, full of cars

It was yours, now its ours

We jackin' Chevys

Songwriters

MYRICKS, KYLE / UNKNOWN COMPOSER, AUTHORPublished by

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