Chevy Impala (feat. E-40) feat. E-40

歌詞

And when the sun sets, I don’t mind ‘Cause I’ve got all the time When the sun sets, I don’t mind ‘Cause when I wake up, I’ll be in my Chevy Impala Lil’ Lo-Rider I want the twenty-inch rims That old school whip Two yellow dice on my rearview Subs in the trunk, I can’t hear you I’m in my Chevy Impala, Chevy Impala (E-40, beezy, ugh) I come from the gang (Gang) Cougars and stains (Stains) Grenadas and Falcons (Uh-huh) we blew out brains (Brains) ‘Maros and Larks, El Camino and Chevys (Impalas) Cutlass, Oldsmobiles, 1970s (Floss) Used to hide the candy cane up in the door panel (Door panel) Still got the same ZENAS that I copped in Campbell (Skrrt, skrrt) Try to press me like the cleaners, it’s gon’ get handled (Handled) Little young hyenas, they got hella ammo (Uh-huh) I used to walk around with my life savings in my socks (Talk to me) I didn’t have a bank account, I had a Nike box (A Nike box) I might do it by myself, I give the order (Give the order) Greenlight some shit if you out of order Chevy Impala (Impala) Lil’ Lo-Rider I want the twenty-inch rims That old school whip Two yellow dice on my rearview Subs in the trunk, I can’t hear you I’m in my Chevy Impala (Ugh), Chevy Impala Everybody looking at my ride (Everybody looking at my ride) All the boys they wanna come inside (All the boys, all the boys wanna come inside) Everybody looking at my whip (Are you looking at my whip? Mmm) Mango vodka, come and take a sip (Won’t you come and take a sip? Mmm) And when the sun sets, I don’t mind ‘Cause I’ve got all the time (Time) When the sun sets, I don’t mind ‘Cause when I wake up I’ll be in my Chevy Impala (My) Lil’ Lo-Rider (I want the) Twenty-inch rims (That) Old school whip Two yellow dice on my rearview Subs in the trunk, I can’t hear you I’m in my Chevy Impala, my Chevy Impala Bounce like a ’64 (Bitch) Fuckin’ around in the life, you gotta be ready to pay the price Bounce, bounce like a ’64 You gotta be ready to stinkin’ move, if you plannin’ on being that dude (That dude, that dude) Bounce, bounce like a ’64 These haters ain’t nothin’ nice, they hella drunk and they hella shrewd Bounce, bounce like a ’64 Don’t want no crooked dice, I play the field and I won’t lose Bounce, bounce like a ’64 Aah-ooh