Heavy Chevys - Intellectual

[Intro: T.I. & Big Kuntry King]

Yeah

Yeah, come on (Hey)

PSC, Uh

What? What? Pimp Squad, shawty

What you know about this, uh, what they know? (You ain't know about them)

(Hey, hey) Now watcha really know.... about them? (What it is)

(Uh, what it is) You ain't know about them

Them heavy chevys, shawty, them heavy chevys, shawty (You ain't know about them)

[Verse 1: Big Kuntry King]

Now how you tame a young baller that rides Suburbans

Caprices and candy Impalas, raspberry Monte Carlos

That barks like a rottweiler off the collar

Addicted to hustlin' and stackin' mighty dollars

Ho holla, when you hear the Chevy beatin' down the street

Beatin' so hard the Crissy wasting on my mink seats

To get them reupholstered gonna call me ten G's

The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys

With the diamond 'gainst the trim

A young ass nigga with a Louis V brim

A sporty young shawty with this Gucci shades dim

These hoes mistaking me for being they pimp

They say "Baby couldn't see you past them shiny rims"

I'm cool little daddy, bitch, I've never been a simp

And if you choose a ho, you need to hop on in

And if you ain't bitch, you need to ride with him

Cause I'm pimpin' in my...

[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]

Heavy Chevys, heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Heavy Chevys, heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

[Verse 2: AK]

Now if you heard of me, you gon' feel something hot to the 3rd degree

Coming down your streets in a black Caprice with a fine ass freak in the passenger seat

Y'all fake niggas don't know the half of me, I spit pimp game automatically, don't be mad at me

Cause I'm finally coming up in the industry in the 450 sitting on a triple D's

Bloodline, the underground celebrities, Mac Bone my partna keeping the beat

Heat it up like a cookout when the sun fall, y'all niggas better look out your rap career is over

I put a hook out like you bet Apollo, ridin', swervin' while my niggas follow

Hoes wobbling and start slobbin', bobbin' on your dick until they swallow, AH

[Verse 3: Mac Boney & T.I.]

Speedometer broken, dual smokin', body dented, windows tinted

Bend it around the corner, leaning, engine steaming, screaming demons

Spillin' liquor, yeah, nigga, blow a tire off the wire

Burning rubber leaving foul, muthafucka, how you ride

Choppin' blades with triple golds, stay away from Campbellton Road

Playa cause I'm riding old, it ain't no thang to take them Vogues

Jack it up, strip it down, have the freshest car in town

Pimpin' cuz I'm bout my crown - Ay, shawty, what's that knocking sound?

[Chorus: Big Kuntry King]

Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

On them D's and them Vogues, when we shinin' on these hoes (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Yeah, we ridin' them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

Beatin' hard in the park, when we rollin' wit the squad (Ridin' swervin', ridin' swervin')

[Verse 4: T.I. & Dollar D.P.]

T.I.P. and P.S. is fresher than new SS's (Yeah)

Triple golds and Vogues shinin' like some treasure chests (Bling)

I got a fetish, I ain't gettin' in it boy unless it's

Got them little blue boxes off in the headrestes

I bet it's wood in the dash, dual in the ass

Get an Impala, holla, watch me *skirrrt*, when I pass

I'm burning rubber in your yard, diggin' up ya grass

Drag racin' 454, that's what make it fast

I hit the gas and I mash on it in a flash (What?)

Throw it in the gutter, buy another if it crash (That's petty cash)

I parlay all day in a Chevrolet (Uh-huh)

Pearsjay with a face bright as heavens day

I'm beatin' fo' teens in the flo then

Hit the store beam for some more Hen (Hey Dub)

Pull a ho and four friends - them dubs still spinnin' with a gold grill in it (Okay)

White leather guts, wipe up what ya spill in it

Still trillin' out here