(Intro – T-Pain & Lil Wayne)
What up, bruh?
What up?
So, you know, I was thinking, right?
You know, since we doing 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, and you know what I’m saying
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
(Chorus)
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Bi**h
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
Bi**h
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this
Alight big bruh
Fall it out
Big, big paper, we ain’t f**king with no petty change
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
I see you
I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
You know, I was talking bout, like, Trick Daddy
And you know, the real Dunk Ryders
Heavy Chevys
Alright
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Let’s see what I got
T-W
Big, big paper, we ain’t f**king with no petty change
The business
(Verse 1 – T-Pain)
So let’s start with the
72 Chevelle, I know that well
Cause everybody try to buy that bi**h from me
But I will never sell, hell
Mids and highs and 4-12s
24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells
Inside got baby blue gator scales
Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the gator tail
My s**t hard as a turtle shell
Plus I got a mothaf**king motor that’ll make them tires yell
When I was 11, dawg
I learned bout my Chevy, dawg
I burned the Pirellis off
Convertible, take it off
Believe my leather staying soft
That’s why I’m at the start line, bout to take it off
(Chorus)
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
A’ight
See?
I see
You gotta learn, big bruh
I see, I see
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Now, I kinda want you
To come back and tell me what you learned from my lesson
Okay
Y’know what I’m saying?
Big, big paper, we ain’t f**king with no petty change
Mhm, I’ma finish hitting the weed first
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Right, right
Can I hit that bi**h one more time, please?
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
Oh, but of course, but of course
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
But still, I need to know
That you know that I know that you know
Okay
Big, big paper, we ain’t f**king with no petty change
Let me get something
(Verse 2 – Lil Wayne)
Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck
The one without the little man step
And I love that bi**h so much, tomorrow I’ma wear the fan belt
Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help
Beating down yo block, leave you with a damn welt
I used to have a 64 a few years ago
I had that bi**h on three wheels on one of my old videos
Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio
But my neighbors call it please turn down the stereo!
I cut that hoe up louder
24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala
See Pain, I knew a lil something, but thanks for the lesson
As a matter of fact, you know what? I’ma buy you a Chevy
(Chorus)
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Why are these streets nothing but heavy Chevys, man?
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
(Outro – Lil Wayne)
I said, a long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance, I could make the people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the day the music died
So bye-bye Ms. American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol boys was drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die, day that I die
